The Gun

THE GUN

 

 

By Aaron Oliver

 

 

I didn’t see her until I rounded the front of my van.  She was fumbling with her purse between the two cars, bent over the door lock, fiddling with her key.  The first thing I noticed was abundant blonde hair falling across her shoulders and hiding her face.

 

Then she straightened up and turned towards me and I saw the gun in her hand.

 

“Get in,” she said, and gestured toward the door of her car with her other hand.  I stood there, frozen, mesmerized by her gun. “Get in!” she repeated, more sharply this time, and I snapped out of my paralysis and moved toward the door.

 

She backed up a bit and waited as I opened the door and climbed into the passenger seat.  The gun appeared in the doorway next to my head and she said “Move over!”

 

I struggled across the empty space between the seats into the driver’s seat and she quickly slid into the passenger seat next to me and pulled the door shut behind her.

 

“Put your hands on top of the wheel,” she ordered, and when I did she told me to look at her.

 

It was the first time I’d really noticed anything except her hair and the gun.  She was dressed in a skin-tight t-shirt and shorts that revealed abundant breasts and long, tanned legs.  I could see her hardened nipples stretching against the shirt.

 

She let me look for awhile and then waved the gun in my general direction.  “Take out your dick,” she said, quietly, and I just stared at her.  “Now!!” she barked, and I dropped my hands to my belt, unbuckled it and pulled down my zipper.

 

My cock was fully engorged and I pulled it out of my jockeys.

 

“Hands back on top of the wheel,” she ordered, and I did what she wanted.

 

She shifted the gun to her left hand, leaned toward me and poked it into my side.  “Don’t move,” she said.  “Don’t make a move.”  Then she reached over with her free hand and began stroking my cock.

 

I gasped and she dug the pistol into my side.  “Sit still,” she said.  “Be quiet.”

 

She stroked for a minute or two and my cock began to pulse.  My entire body felt electrified.

 

Then she stopped, pulled the gun away and leaned back.

 

“Drive,” she said.

 

I started to reach down for my belt, but she said, “No, leave it out!”

 

I put my hands back on top of the wheel and took a deep breath.

 

“Where?” I croaked, my voice hoarse.

 

She told me.

 

I pulled out of the parking place, turned in front of my van and drove through the parking lot onto the street, my cock bumping against the bottom of the steering wheel.

 

I could see the gun from the corner of my eye -- and her long legs stretched out in front of her, gorgeous thighs tapering to perfect calves.  I turned my head to look at her for a moment and feasted on her breasts, but she told me to keep my eyes on the road.

 

A few minutes passed, then we turned onto the freeway.  I moved into the center lane and she leaned towards me again.

 

“Keep driving,” she said, “and keep your eyes on the road.  This gun is going to be right against your balls while I suck you, so don’t move!”

 

My cock bounced against the wheel when I heard her words, and I caught my breath.  She positioned herself next to me so she could put the gun in her right hand, then bent over my cock.  She pushed the barrel of the gun against the base of my balls, braced herself on my seat with her left hand and enveloped my cock with her lips.

 

I nearly came.

 

“None of that,” she said.  “Hold it back.”  She twisted the barrel into my balls.  “Don’t you dare cum!”

 

She licked and sucked me for nearly 20 miles, and I thought I’d go mad.  I was so turned on I found it almost impossible to drive.  When she finally pulled away I was a quivering wreck.

 

She settled back in her seat and about fifteen minutes went by.  Neither of us spoke.

 

We exited the freeway and made our way through the outer ring of suburbs, finally pulling into a long, shaded driveway and around to the back of the house.  We stopped next to a wide expanse of lawn sheltered on every side by tall maple trees and a large hedge.

 

“Get out,” she said, and crawled across the seat after me, her gun trained on my mid-section.  We stood on the lawn and she gestured into the back yard.

 

“Over there,” she said, and we walked into the sheltered lawn.

 

“Stop,” she said.  “Turn around and look at me.”

 

I did as she ordered.

 

“Now take off all your clothes.”

 

I hesitated only a moment, then obeyed.  In just a few moments I was naked, my cock jutting in front of me.

 

She pointed to something behind me and I saw a long coil of steel chain embedded firmly in cement at one end and equipped with an ankle clamp at the other.

 

“Put the clamp around your ankle and snap it closed,” she said, and waited while I obeyed.

 

“Okay,” she said, “you’ve got about ten feet of chain there and no way to get loose.  I’ll be back in a moment.”

 

When she returned she had a large leather bag in one hand.  “I can see you’re turned on,” she said, and smiled wickedly.  “But I don’t want you touching yourself.  Turn around and put your hands behind your back.”

 

I did as she wanted and waited.  I heard her zip open the bag and pull something out, sensed her approaching, then felt something snap into place around my left and right wrists.

 

“Those handcuffs will keep your hands away from your cock,” she said.  “Now turn around and look at me again.”

 

Her eyes were flashing and her face was flushed.  She was obviously turned on.  Her nipples were struggling to burst through the cloth of her t-shirt.  But she lowered the gun and turned away.  “I’ll be back later,” she said, and I watched her ass twitch as she walked through the trees toward the house.  She left the bag out of reach near the trees, and in a few seconds I was alone with my erection.

 

It was a typically warm summer evening, still in the mid-90s, and it wouldn’t be dark for hours.  There weren’t any nearby neighbors.  The only sound I heard was the door closing as she entered the house.

 

Time passed.  My erection gradually subsided, although it returned now and then as my fears and fantasies raced.  I sat down on the grass, then lay down.  I didn’t even bother trying to remove the chain:  I could tell there was no way to do so.

 

I have no way of knowing how much time went by, but it was at least an hour before she returned.  I heard her coming and scrambled to my feet.  By the time she came into view my cock was erect again.

 

What a vision!

 

She was dressed, if you could call it that, entirely in black:  A studded collar, a g-string and leather boots that reached to mid-thigh.  Her long blonde hair flowed about her face and she had black pearls dangling from both ears.

 

She had a whip in one hand.

 

She paused a few feet from me and watched me stare at her, a smile slowly spreading across her face, then gazed at my cock.  “I can see you’re glad I’m back,” she said, and began to walk around me.  “Don’t move,” she said.  “Just brace yourself.”

 

She disappeared behind me and stopped, out of view.  Then I heard a whooshing sound and screamed when her whip lashed across my ass.

 

“Shut up!” she yelled, and I did my best to stop my gasps, the pain lancing across my buttocks.  I heard the whoosh again and this time kept my mouth clamped shut as my body lurched from the pain.

 

Three more strokes, then she stopped and walked around in front of me again.  Her breasts were heaving from the exertion and beads of sweat were trickling down her face.  She had a wild look in her eyes.

 

“You’re my slave for the weekend,” she said.  “If you behave, I might let you go.  If you don’t – well, who knows what might happen?”

 

Despite the burning sensations across my ass, my cock responded to her words by bouncing, and she grinned.  “You like that, don’t you?” she whispered.

 

Then she looked into my eyes.

 

“There are just two things you have to remember if you’re going to be a good sex slave,” she said.

 

“Number one, this is about me, not you.  I brought you here to serve me, not to fulfill your sexual fantasies.  You’re here to do anything and everything I want you to do sexually, no matter what it is.”

 

My cock continued to jerk spasmodically and she walked up to me and took it in her hand, squeezing it as hard as she could while she spoke.

 

“Number two, you are not allowed to have an orgasm, ever!  I want you hard and completely turned on at all times.  You’re going to have to bring me off dozens of times this weekend and you won’t be able to do it if you cum!”

 

My entire body began jerking spasmodically as her words hit home and her fingers squeezed my cock.

 

She never stopped looking into my eyes as she went on.

 

“Now, I’m going to take my gun out of that bag and release you from the chain and bring you inside the house.  There’s no use trying to escape.  You’ll still be handcuffed and I’ll be right behind you with the gun.”

 

In moments I was climbing the stairs to the back door.  She told me to walk down a stairway into the basement, and when I reached the bottom she flipped on a light.

 

“Hold it,” she said, and stepped around me, the gun pointed at my chest.  She pushed open a door at the foot of the stairs with her other hand and waved me through with her gun hand, then came into the room behind me.  It was dark, and I could heard her locking the door.  Then the lights came on.

 

She had taken me into a combination bedroom and dungeon.  There were no windows, just mirrors in strategic locations.  The floor was covered with a deep, soft carpet.  A huge array of sex toys hung from the walls, there were chains dangling from the ceiling, and there was an odd type of enclosure near the head of the bed.

 

“I’m a bit tired,” she said, “so I want you to go stand in that closet.”  She pushed me on the back with her free hand and I willingly walked over to the enclosure and stepped inside.  There was no light inside, but I could tell from the room lights there was a hole about three feet off the ground on the side of the closet next to the bed.

 

“Slide your cock and balls through that hole,” she ordered.  I flattened myself against the side of the closet and slid my erection through the hole, turning my face to the side in order to do it comfortably.  She shut the closet door behind me and I heard the door lock click.

 

Nothing happened for a couple of moments.  I could hear her moving around.  Then I felt her fingertips working around the base of my balls.

 

“I’m fastening a cock ring around your dick,” she said.  “It’s large enough that you can’t pull back through that hole even if you wanted to.”

 

I felt the ring snap into place.

 

“Try it,” she said, and I obeyed.  She was right.  I couldn’t withdraw my balls and cock.  They were securely locked on the other side of the wall.

 

I couldn’t see her, but I could imagine what she looked like.  My emotions were filled with visions of her in the car and the yard.

 

“Remember,” she said.  “No cuming.  You don’t even want to think about what I’ll do to you if you cum.”

 

I heard her rustling about on the bed – then suddenly felt her breath and her lips on the head of my cock.

 

I nearly went mad.  She teased me and teased me and teased me.  She ran her lips up and down the length of my cock, sucked on my balls and the head of my cock, used her fingertips to caress me and tapped her fingernails into the sensitive skin on the head of my cock.  I nearly came a dozen times, but she could hear me groaning and stopped each time I neared the brink, then waited a few moments before beginning again.

 

Eventually, she stopped, and my entire body continued to shake.  My cock and balls were twitching, my nipples were as hard as stones and my entire body seemed aflame.

 

I heard her moving around the room, then her voice.

 

“I’m going to take a nap for an hour or two,” she said.  “It’s been a long day and I need my rest – because it’s going to be a very long weekend.”  She paused for a moment, then resumed.  “I’m glad you’re staying so hard.  The more frustrated you are, the better it’s going to be for me.  I’m going to tie this coil of rope around your cock, just beneath the head.  The other end will be wrapped around my wrist.  You’d better hope I don’t toss and turn too much while I’m sleeping or I might yank the hell out of you.”

 

I felt the rope go into place, heard her crawl into bed . . . and then nothing more.  I felt a couple of tugs on my cock and then all was silence.

 

She must have been a quiet sleeper – or maybe she was deceiving me and had simply attached the rope to the bedstand and left the room.  A long time passed -- or at least it seemed like a very long time.  I was flat against the closet wall, my face twisted to the side, my hands still locked behind me, and the strain of standing there began to reach me.  The only strategy I could devise to minimize the pain was to fantasize about the woman who’d kidnapped me.  By remaining aroused, I mitigated my pain with passion.

 

I stayed hard the entire time.

 

Finally, I felt the rope loosen, felt the cock ring disappear, and heard her say “Move backwards now and come out of the closet.”  She opened the door and I stumbled out, fell on my face onto the heavily carpeted floor, unable to break my fall because my hands were locked in place behind me.  She told me to roll over, and I did, staring up at her, my hands trapped uncomfortably beneath me.

 

She was completely naked except for stiletto heels.  She stood beside me and her breasts filled my vision.  Then she stepped across me with one leg and stood immediately above my thighs.  I could see her pussy now as well.

 

“Don’t move,” she said, and slowly raised her right foot toward my balls.  She aimed the point of her stiletto at the place where my two balls met and gradually worked it in.  My breath came in huge gasps as the pain increased, especially when she began to twist her foot and grind as hard as she could.

 

Then she placed her foot back on the floor and moved forward until she stood above my chest.  This time she raised her left foot and aimed her stiletto point at my right nipple.  She found it, tweaked it a couple of times, then pressed down on the center of the nipple with her heel.  I cried out in pain, but she didn’t stop.  She began grinding the tip of her heel into the nipple, and my cries had turned to whimpers by the time she stopped.

 

“Good,” she said.  “Now you’re ready to serve me.”

 

She moved forward again and now her pussy was immediately above my face – and it slowly, ever so slowly, began to descend.  As her knees bent and her legs parted, her cunt stretched open, and when it came into contact with my lips she gasped.

 

“Suck me,” she ordered, and I went feverishly to work.

 

She came almost immediately.  It had obviously been building for hours, and her juices spilled all over my face.  She screamed for almost a minute as the orgasm roared through her.

 

Then she rolled off me onto the floor and lay there for awhile, her breath gradually slowing.

 

I didn’t move, except for uncontrollable twitches.

 

After a few minutes, she rose to her feet and told me to follow her.

 

She led me to a crossbar bolted into the wall, then spread-eagled my ankles with steel rings attached to chains that ran into heavy cement blocks.  Once they were securely fastened, she finally removed my handcuffs.  I hardly had time to flex my arms before she pulled them roughly skyward, spread them apart as far as possible, and attached leather wrist-cuffs linked to chains that ran through eyelets in the ceiling.

 

I was completely helpless, spread-eagled on the wall, my cock bouncing in front of me.

 

She didn’t say a word, just walked to the other side of the room, my eyes following her every step of the way, her gorgeous ass gyrating, her thighs rippling, her entire body tantalizing me.

 

She came back with a penis whip and draped it gently over my cock. 

 

“I guess you can tell how much I enjoy hurting you,” she said, a cruel smile on her face as she looked into my eyes again.  “And I can tell it turns you on as well!”  My cock jumped in agreement, and the penis whip slipped off to the side.  I stared at her, a feverish look in my eyes, and her smile turned into a grin.  She stepped to the side, took aim, and very slowly brought the whip down on top of my cock, then drew it back again.  Then she snapped it down as hard as she could and the strands of the whip smacked into the top of my cock.

 

I cried out at the pain, but it was only beginning.  She whipped me at least a hundred times, and each one felt harder than the last.  Impossible, I know, but that’s the way it felt.  In the midst of it she paused a moment, moved in front of me and slapped me on the face as hard as she could.  I saw stars – and then felt the whip on my cock again.

 

When she finally stopped I was weeping uncontrollably – but was so turned on I could hardly stand it.

 

She walked back to the other side of the room and I stared at her ass and thighs again.  I wanted nothing more than to kiss them, to worship them, to do anything she wanted me to do.

 

When she returned this time she had a small bag in her hand.  She placed it on the floor in front of me and began removing the contents.

 

First came a wicked-looking nipple clamp.  She massaged my left nipple with her fingers and lips, nipped at it with her teeth, and when it was fully distended she snapped the clamp into place.   The pain was incredible, but she immediately bent over and began sucking my cock, and I soon forgot the pain in my nipple as I neared the brink of an orgasm.  Then she stopped and began preparing my other nipple.  When she snapped the second clamp into place my entire body bucked, but she went back to work on my cock again and the pain merged into pleasure.

 

Once more, she stopped just before I was ready to cum.  This time she took out three steel cock rings and quickly attached them at the base of my balls, at the base of my cock and just beneath the head of my cock.  Each of the rings had an eyelet on top.

 

My body was going crazy as she moved around the room.  I couldn’t stop staring at her, wanting her so badly, willing to do anything if I could just keep staring at her ass, her thighs, her breasts, her cunt.  Anything so long as she’d keep teasing me toward the brink and leaving me there.

 

She came back again with very thin coils of steel chains.  She threaded one chain through the eyelets on each of the nipple clamps, then yanked on it experimentally.  Pain ripped through my nipples and I began crying again, but she didn’t pay any attention.  She ran the other chain through the eyelets on all three of the cock rings, starting with the one at the base, and then reached above us to thread both chains through eyelets on a steel bar above our heads.  I stared directly at her breasts as she stretched toward the ceiling.  They were not more than inches away from my mouth, and I leaned my head forward trying to reach them with my lips.

 

She stepped back and looked at me, the ends of the chains in her hands, and smiled.  Then she slowly pulled on chains and dragged my nipples and cock upwards.  The pain was incredible, and I couldn’t stop crying.  She didn’t care.  She stretched them as far as they would go, attached the chains to another steel bar to secure the tension, then turned off the lights and went to bed.

 

I hung there for god knows how long, finally passed out and didn’t awaken until the lights snapped back on and I found her standing there, still naked except for her heels, untying the rope coils and letting them loosen.  I don’t know how much time had passed.  Maybe only a few minutes, perhaps a couple of hours.  She encompassed my world.  Nothing else mattered.

 

She took me down from the cross-bar, didn’t even bother to handcuff me again.  She knew I belonged to her.  She lay down on the bed and told me to bury my lips in her cunt.  Then she squeezed my neck between those incredible thighs and told me to bring her off.

 

I did.  And then I brought her off again.

 

When her second orgasm finished, she released me and told me to lie on the floor next to the bed.  I obeyed, and she fell asleep.  I lay there for so long I lost track of time, my body feverish with desire, my cock stiff and my nipples hard as stones.

 

The next thing I knew she was awakening me by fondling my cock.  I came immediately erect and saw her smile.  She was fully dressed in a jump suit and trainers.

 

“Follow me,” she said, and walked out of the room and up the stairs.

 

We ate in a sunny breakfast nook.  It was nearly noon on a sleepy Saturday.

 

After we finished, she told me to stand in the middle of the kitchen and left the room for a few moments.  When she returned she’d removed her clothes and was naked again except for her stiletto heels.  But this time her hair was in a bun.

 

“Time to begin again,” she said.  “Come into the living room.”

 

I followed her, my cock erect, and she told me to lie on a hassock in the middle of the room.  “But leave your cock and balls free on one side,” she ordered.  I positioned myself as she wished, and she crouched behind me, took my cock and balls into her hands and began milking them.  She brought me right to the edge, then stopped, then started again.  She did it at least ten times, and my entire body was shaking.

 

Then she paused and I heard her walk to the side of the room and come back again to stand next to me, out of sight.

 

The next thing I felt was a tremendous whack against my ass.  I yelped and she barked at me angrily, “Shut up!”  The paddle descended again and again and again.  The pain was searing – but all I could think about was a vision of her behind me, swinging the paddle, her gorgeous body undulating and her breasts swinging each time she did it.

 

“Get your ass up in the air,” she commanded, and I felt her fingertips invading my asshole.  I squirmed and she smacked me on the ass with her other hand.  I tried to hold still, suspecting and fearing and wanting what would happen next.  Her fingers returned to my asshole, this time covered with some type of gel, and soon they were sliding in and out without much trouble.

 

Then I felt the probe of something larger.

 

The dildo began to plunge deeper and deeper inside me with each thrust.  She was hunched over me, her breath coming in huge gasps, and I was panting as well.  Before too long I could feel her thighs and stomach slapping against me each time the dildo went in and I knew she’d buried it as far as it would go.

 

It brought her off again and she screamed for nearly a minute as the orgasm took her, the dildo pumping furiously in and out of me.

 

When she fell away, I didn’t dare move, just lay there waiting for what would happen next.

 

She stirred, eventually, told me not to move, and left me there.

 

When she returned she was dressed again in her jump suit and told me to curl up on the floor next to her while she sat on the couch and watched videos.

 

She had quite a collection, and all of them showed women dominating their male sex slaves.  Just watching them brought me back to the brink, and my cock throbbed constantly.  She made me sit on the couch next to her and as we watched she played with my cock and I could hear her breathing change.  Finally, she slid out of her jump suit and told me to kneel in front of her and bring her off with my teeth and tongue while she watched the films.

 

We spent the afternoon that way.  I gave her four or five orgasms, and that evening she fed me a big meal of steak and potatoes before leading me back downstairs to the dungeon.

 

This time she told me to lie on my back on the bed, then brought out the nipple clamps and cock rings again, threaded the chains through them and through eyelets on the ceiling above us.  She stretched them as far as she could, despite my cries, and took great delight in yanking on the chains whenever she felt like it.  I screamed each time.

 

At one point, with my nipples and cock fully stretched and my ass about three inches above the mattress to avoid having them ripped away, she stood above me, completely naked, one leg on either side of my thighs, and began playing with herself.  Her hands moved slowly and sensually across her breasts and her nipples, flicking them repeatedly, then down her stomach to her cunt.  She spread her legs a bit and played with her clit, and I watched her breasts bouncing, losing myself in her glorious body and forgetting all my pain, then staring at her in wonder as she erupted into another orgasm.  She shuddered and trembled and screamed, but didn’t sink to her knees until she was finished.

 

She left for awhile, leaving me suspended, my body trembling to keep my ass a few inches above the bed.  When she returned after about 15 or 20 minutes, she released me from all the restraints and I sank gratefully onto the mattress – but she immediately told me to lie on the carpet.  She was wearing nothing but her stiletto heels.

 

This time, though, she didn’t just grind them into my balls and my nipples.  She actually stepped onto my stomach with both feet!  Her weight drove the tips of the stilettos deeply into my skin, but they were just wide enough not to puncture me.  She began to walk up and down my stomach and chest, and it was so painful I moaned continuously even though my cock never went soft.

 

She finished by sinking down on my face and smothering me for moments at a time, releasing me only when I’d nearly blacked out, then forcing me to lick her pussy until she came again.

 

When she’d finished, she left me once more, and I lay there, almost unmoving, completely in her thrall.

 

I slept, and it was morning when I awoke.  She had her robe on again and when she led me upstairs the sun was well into the sky.

 

We ate, and this time she took me into her bedroom and told me to stand at her desk with my cock lying flat on the desk and my balls dangling over the side.

 

“This is a test to see how far you’ve come,” she said.

 

She took a one-inch wide, 18-inch metal ruler and positioned it above my cock, then slapped it down.  I yelped, but tried not to move.  She hit me ten or 15 times, so hard I thought she’d drive my cock down through the desk, but I didn’t make another sound.

 

When she stopped, she told me to turn around and face her.

 

“I like that,” she said.  “You hardly cried out at all.  That’s a far cry from what you were like Friday night.”

 

I didn’t say anything, just waited, and she slowly parted the folds of her robe.  Her breasts swam into view, followed by her pussy as the robe fell away.  She wasn’t even wearing her heels this time.

 

“Follow me,” she said, and moved toward the bed.  She told me to lie on my back, then stood above me.  “I haven’t used your cock yet,” she said.  “I’ve been saving it for today.  Don’t move, now, and don’t you dare cum!”

 

She slowly began to lower herself, her cunt poised over my rigid cock, and when she enveloped me with her juicy slit I could feel the pleasure erupt everywhere in my body.  “Remember,” she whispered, “don’t cum!  If you do I’ll throw you out on the street!”

 

That was the last thing I wanted.  I’d become her complete slave.  All I wanted was to serve her, even if it meant never cuming again.

 

She began to ride me, slowly, then building up speed.  Her breasts began to bounce above me and I stared at her nipples as she began to explode.

 

Her orgasm was intense and lasted for a long, long time.  I was incredibly turned on, but I was never in danger of cuming.  I was right at the brink, but she’d trained me so well I could stay right there.  She had an orgasm, but I had an incredible, continuing sense of pleasure that never seemed to wax or wane!

 

During the next few hours I fucked her from above and below and behind, as many times as she wished, and I never came once.  We paused an hour for dinner, then went at it again.  And when we were finally, completely exhausted, she told me to lie on the floor next to the bed while we slept.

 

Monday morning.

 

Her alarm clock went off and the sun peaked through the windows.  It was seven a.m. and the beginning of another week.

 

My wife rolled out of bed and looked down at me.  “Better get showered and dressed,” she said.  “I’ll drop you at your office on my way to work.”

 

And with that she headed into the shower – and I watched her every step of the way, my cock rigid , , , as it would be all week.