“Drink it, bitch” I say. She starts doing so, ass in the air and everything. I take the baseball bat and start teasing the perimeter of her anus with it. This goes on for several minutes. After she’s done drinking, we sit on the couch, she is lightly crying, but still refusing to speak. I wonder what number partner I am with her and whether she’s enjoying this at all.
We drink more wine as I continue to let thoughts of dominance flow through the flesh of my temple. Her body is pretty badly bruised with mascara running down her eyes. She mentions how her step-father molested her at the age of four and that she’s been with five different men. With a buzz going through my adolescent body and the night still fairly young, I decide to keep going with this freaky shit. I walk up from the couch and spark the fireplace to a light flame.
“Michael,you’re different.” Mo chirps softly.
“Babe,you have no idea.” I respond. I go to the kitchen and get the duct tape from out of one of the drawer.
When I return, Mo is lying on the couch ass up. Without saying a word, I bind her wrists and ankles together shoving another apple in her mouth. The shrieking is absent but a weird ‘jumbling’ noise is coming from her mouth. At this point the fire is blazing, as I place her drunk ass over a beanbag chair and move her towards the fireplace. I’m not sure where this is going but I feel exhilarated.
I go outside to retrieve the garden hose, turn it on, and put my thumb over it to avoid a scene. Mo seems to be losing consciousness so I decide to act fast. I move the beanbag chair towards the fireplace with her ass just close enough to avoid direct contact to the fire but enough for sensation. She begins panting as her ass quivers on the chair. I can tell she has developed a unique sense of trust with me. I untape her mouth and let the water from the garden hose burst into her mouth. I put my thumb over the hose every thirty seconds or so until she starts gasping for air like the bitch she is.
After about ten minutes I end this charade and untape her from my trap. I place the water hose in the kitchen sink briefly. I retire to the air mattress and she joins me, caressing my chest. I struggle to comprehend that this is actually happening. I then rise up again, take the water hose and start teasing her asshole with it. She enjoys it as she starts shaking her ass and slapping it. I then unleash a burst of water from the hose to her face. I tell her to get ready.
I shove my dick in her mouth and she starts sucking the shit out of my dick. I claw at her cheeks with my fingers, feeling like the President of the United States. I take the hose and start spraying her quivering body with water as she starts shivering. I cum in her mouth and move her towards the fireplace and lie her down there ass up. I eat out her butthole briefly. I tape up her limbs again, block her mouth, and throw her on the beanbag chair again. I move her towards the front door and get my dad’s electric carving knife out the pantry. I rev that shit up, turn it on, and she shrieks.
As I move towards her with a menacing grin, she starts flopping like a fish. I get close to each of her orifices but don’t make any contact as her shrieks get louder. I then lightly graze the tip of her left buttcheek and she lets out a wail. I begin to feel like I am going a bit too far as a trail of blood begins to leak from her ass skin but nothing too serious. I clean her up and we start making out on the couch a bit more. She slaps me in the face which I don’t really enjoy but put up with.She gets up and starts twerking and doing cartwheels. I enjoy the show.
I decide to bring her upstairs to the master bedroom. I throw her on the bed and shove the comforter in her mouth. “Take it bitch”, I proclaim. Our attic is connected via a shitty rickety ladder in my parents’ dresser closet, so I decide to climb it and see what kind of shit I can find up there. It is dusty, pitch black, and smelly. I yell down to Mo “Bitch find me a flashlight!” About ten minutes later she returns with a flashlight. I have no idea where she found it but she’s making me proud tonight.
I roam the attic trying to find some more shit and I see a large dictionary dusty to the core. I shut the lights, bring it down, and start attacking her ass with it. The shellacking goes for about twenty minutes. Her ass cheeks are bruised as to the core, as she quivers in delight wanting more. I take my mother’s hairbrush, tease her asshole with it then begin giving her booty another good beating. I start raw dogging her again like a cow as I pull her hair. I cum and throw her off the bed, and then roll off and jump on top of her. She screams in pain, but I don’t care.
I go back in the attic and look for more freaky shit to have fun with. After minutes of searching I find an evil clown mask. I tell Mo to get her fat ass back downstairs and she goes. I run down to the kitchen and put the mask on. I lunge into the living room in my new ‘outfit’ and she wails, running upstairs. I chase her, but she is nowhere to be found. After several minutes of searching, I find her in my bedroom in a fetal position.
“I’ve got you right where I want you.” I say. I take off the mask, open my bedroom window and dangle her torso. She screams out the window. I should be nervous but the alcohol has me fade. I throw her back on my cold bedroom floor and close the window.
“Get some clothes on bitch, we’re going for a drive.” I yell at her. We dress and I start my Dad’s Honda Civic. She is shivering the whole time. I get her a coffee from Dunkin Donuts. “I lied earlier. You are the 30th person I’ve fucked,” Mo proclaims. “And you are nothing like the others.”
We get back to the house and she undresses quickly. I tell her to chill the fuck out as I’m actually pretty exhausted. I turn on the television and it’s all a bunch of bullshit, until I come across the Yankee home game against the Minnesota Twins. It’s the bottom of the ninth inning. I become depressed for a hot minute when I realize that will never be me. I take out my hard cock and start smacking Mo across the face with it. I shove it in her mouth every now and then to catch her off guard; element of surprise.
The Yankee game is still on and Aaron Judge is up at the plate. The bases are loaded and the Yanks are down 13-10. Big Bartolo Colon is pitching. He throws a nasty curveball and Judge knocks that shit out of the park. I scream at the top of my lungs while I cum in her mouth. At the same time, a glorious moment arises over me. I tie up Mo’s wrists and feet together again and tell her to get on all fours by the wall ass facing towards me. I am the star power hitter for our school’s baseball team and I don’t want to get rusty over the summer.
I take the baseball bat and the apple and knock a line drive straight towards Mo’s fat ass. It lands all over her backside and thighs. I’m a good shot. She squeals in delight. I do this about thirty times (I had a lot of apples). I grab another bottle of wine out of the fridge and pour it in the dog bowl. I tell her to drink up while I eat out her pussy and butthole. I’m in heaven yet again. I can see the sun beginning to rise on the horizon out of the living room window, but I say to myself that the party isn’t over yet.