hellshell

I lay there on the cold hard floor, my cock straining upwards and my mind racing.
What was going to happen next? And what could I do about it, in any case? Not much, at this point, I realized. What did she mean, that she would make me into a real man? The night had gone in an unexpected direction. Was she a psycho-killer, and was I her victim? I swore under my breath as a sense of dread grew in my gut. Even with fear chilling my veins, I felt highly aroused.
The faint smell of woodsmoke wafted into my nostrils, mingling with her sweet perfume. Then, the light vanished and a darker, more earthy scent filled my nose. I felt the weight and smooth softness of Astrid’s legs as she straddled my face. The five o'clock shadow on my rough cheeks brushed against the silken skin of her inner thighs.
I felt the faint stubble of her smoothly shaved pussy lips settle onto my chin, and then shift backwards onto my mouth. I opened my lips and licked her sweetness from between the swollen folds off her labia. Tara had never wanted me to go down on her, she had thought the act of sexually pleasuring her pussy with my mouth was filthy. Now, Astrid was riding my face, her tight little asshole right above my nose. I didn’t feel filthy at all, in fact I felt more excited then I had ever felt before. Her thighs trapped my head from moving from side to side, and the rope kept me right where I was; being smothered by Astrid’s sopping wet cunt.
I wanted to reach up and grab onto her ass cheeks to pull her down deeper onto my face, to eat her out and lick up all her juices in a frenzy, but my hands were bound above my head and my legs were secured as well. All I could really do was maneuver my head, and so I did that as my crotch strained up, my cockhead glistening with precum in the dim light of the fire.
I am so turned on, I thought feverishly, I will do anything, be anything that Astrid wants. I need her. I need her.
“Lick my clit.” She purred and shifted backwards on her knees, positioning her little nubbin over my mouth. “Flick it, boy.”
I was turned around with her straddling my face backwards, but I managed, after a few long and languorous licks between her swollen pussy lips, to find her clitoris. I dived in with my tongue, flicking her clit with all the strength that I had in my mouth muscle. Astrid began to move her hips in a rocking motion, making little “ah” sounds as I flicked her little erect nub.
“Ah! Ah! Oh! Baby! Don’t stop! Keep flicking it, boy.” Canting her hips forward, she groaned as she pushed her pussy down into my mouth, her butt cheeks spread across my face, her taint and asshole pushing down on the bridge my nose. I couldn’t breathe for a moment, I was being suffocated by the weight of her ass. I licked her folds as she ground her pubis onto my scratchy chin, and flicked her clit in rhythm with her vaginal contractions.
“Ungh! Oh! Ungh, ungh, ungh, OOoohh! OOOooohhh!” She cried out as she crushed her pelvis into my face, my tongue buried in her gushing pussy as she came, one prolonged convulsion after another, until they gradually subsided into a soft but steady throbbing.
“Oh…oh…oh!” She panted as her anticlimax pulsed like a swimming jellyfish in the dark depths of the ocean.
I couldn’t do anything but ride the wave of her pleasure as she undulated around my face. Afterward, she lay heavily down onto my belly. All of a sudden, I felt her hot mouth engulf my hardness and I cried out. I could feel her plump lips wrapped tightly around the pulsating head of my cock. Then, slowly, they slid down the length of my shaft, inching down and then back up. For a moment, Astrid sucked directly on the spongy tip of my cock.
“Oh, Oh, OOhhhh!” I cried as the sound of my own blood roared in my ears and my climax rushed toward me at full speed like a derailed train. Now my entire rock hard cock was wrapped in the velvet heat of her mouth, and I smelled the salty brine of her pussy juice as my balls contracted and my mouth opened in a silent endless Oh. Warm waves of pleasure flowed outward from my core as every nerve in my body became hypersensitive and I cried as the mighty wave of my orgasm overcame me.
But then she abruptly withdrew from me, and my cock swayed in the air, hard and slick with her saliva and my precum. I yearned for release.
“Oh, fuck!” I cried out involuntarily. My full balls lay heavily on my thighs, and I ached to empty them of their hot load. I wavered on the precipice of a mighty ejaculation.
Astrid rose to her feet, her voluptuous legs soaring high above me like twin towers of flesh. I stared up into the dark mysterious crevasse of her ass, her pussy lips inflamed and pink in the glow of the wood stove.
“Let me tell you how it is. How it will be.”
I could just barely make her out in the dark as she pranced over to the couch and threw herself down, clad only in her skirt which rode high on her hips, her inner thighs streaked with her own juices. She sat up and crossed her legs, pulling her skirt down over her knees. Her breasts projected out out from her chest and she crossed her arms underneath them, hugging herself and pushing her tits up and together, creating a dark crevice of cleavage that mesmerized me. I was hypnotized by her slow but steady movements.
“You will lie there, for as long as I want you to, and I will use you as my own toy. For now. Soon enough you may be able to call your own shots. But now, boy, you need to learn how to take it.” She shifted her legs, so that they rested underneath her and to one side. She leaned back into the couch, put her hands behind her head, and took a long breath. “And moment by moment, you will begin to understand what it is all about. You will understand that you never really had control over yourself, even though you thought you did. Right now, you have q tiny little bit of control over your life, just barely able to make your rent and tie your own shoes. But after I am done with you, you will be able to do whatever you want with your only precious gift. Which is your life, if you are too stupid to even understand that.” With a sigh, Astrid closed her eyes and laid her head back.
Her lips moved imperceptibly as she mouthed her next few words. “Right now I am going to rest. It’s been a fun night, and even though I’m young and indestructible, I still need my beauty sleep. You need to rest too, boy. I want you to close your eyes and go to sleep.”
My hard-on ached in the cool night air as I lay there on the floor.. How had I gotten to this place, I wondered, and chosen a path that had led me to the lair of a crazy woman? Or was she crazy at all? Who was Astrid? My nuts throbbed as my erection slowly wilted. Exhaustion took over my body and my eyes closed.
Only a few winks, I thought. I’ll sleep just enough so that I can think better tomorrow. Right now, my brain is useless sludge.
I felt a desire to talk with Astrid, to try to figure this whole thing out. I thought about my workplace and what they would think or do if I didn’t show up for my shift. I supposed I would get fired. Then what? Maybe she would let me go in the morning.
The funny part of it was that I didn’t really care about my stupid job.As I lay there, I realized that I felt very ambivalent; everything that I had cobbled together to make some sort of a semblance of a life really didn’t matter to me.
I must be getting sober, I thought darkly. There had been times in my life where I had lain awake at four in the morning wondering why I even tried to pretend like I was normal person, that I could live a normal life like everybody else.
I had contemplated suicide in the past, and so far I had avoided killing myself by becoming hyper aware of where my psychological state was, and being proactive about filling up my time with fun and distracting things, like movies and canoe trips, when I was depressed. Right now, though, I felt like all my attempts at sidestepping the final solution were pointless, because sooner or later I would have to come face to face with what I feared the most. And, I thought, the thing that I fear the most is the idea that I am not worth anything. That I am a bad person. That I am a loser.
In a weird way, I felt more comfortable here on the floor tied up to the two steel rings then I did at home on my crappy mattress, trying to sleep for hours and hours, until a new day arrives and I had to struggle through it.
Minutes passed as I contemplated the strangeness of it all, but somehow my breathing slowed and I fell asleep.
When I awoke again I was surprised, for a moment, to find myself tied to the floor, boxers around my thighs, butt laying cold and firm on the concrete. I had slept the sleep of the dead, and a trail of drool dampened my chin. I shook my head to try to clear out the cobwebs.
I craned my head to the right and caught a glimpse of Astrid, wrapped up in a big fuzzy blue blanket. She was huddled in the fetus position inside the cocoon of the blanket, with only her eyes and forehead poking out from the covers and her toes emerging from the other end. I watched her face silently. It was serene, clear of worry lines in her slumber. Her mouth was slightly parted, she breathed shallowly, with just a faint snore cutting through the quiet room.
I had never seen anyone more peaceful in my life.
I rested my neck and heard my stomach growl. The sun peaked in through a window somewhere to my left and I turned to look for the source of the light. I figured that it was early morning.
I had just slept like a baby, tied up on this woman’s floor. I was astounded that I didn’t feel more apprehension or even terror. Instead, I was looking forward to what might happen next.
Hell, I thought, I haven’t done anything worthwhile with my life, so what more can I lose?
I had some self-esteem up until last year. After the breakup I ended up agreeing with Tara’s final assessment of me. I was a loser. Worthless. Unable to get or keep a job. Always flitting around from one thing to another. One week I thought I could start a falafel business, and the next week I wanted to be a puppeteer.
I shook my head at my failings.
I was such an idiot. I would never amount to anything, no matter how hard I tried. I would always end up giving up half way through any project. That is just how I had been my whole life.
I felt moisture collecting in my eyes. My stomach was hollow, and I was beginning to feel pathetic, laying on the floor, constrained by the ropes.
I’m an empty man, I thought with regret, and I’ve never really made an impression on anyone or anything.
A few tears rolled down my cheeks as I turned to see if Astrid was still sleeping. She was laying in the exact same position, but this time her eyes were wide open. She stared at me. She raised her eyebrows and then frowned.
“Good morning little boy! Looks like the little boy is a little sad!” She swung sleepily to a seated position and blinked. “What the fuck is wrong with you, you fucking loser?” The words stabbed directly into my heart.
Tears streamed down my cheeks, and I didn’t know why.
I blubbered at her. “I don’t know. I mean look at me, look at this, this is how my life has turned out? Fuck this.” I felt like a fool laying there, my penis shriveled up and laying on my testicle. I was exposed, and I could do nothing at all. I was powerless.
She flashed her teeth at me in a grimace that contained some humor, and threw the big fuzzy blanket off her body. She was naked underneath, her warm flesh glowing as her delicate curves emerged from the soft fabric. I found myself unable to tear my eyes away from her seated hourglass figure, her thighs spread on the couch, her belly button dimple in shadow, her breasts laying heavy on her chest with nipples hard and defiant. Her dark hair was tussled and she scratched the side of her nose. All of a sudden, she bound from her nest and rushed over to kneel by my side.
“Aren’t you the little baby? Like I said, I am going to make a man out of you. I wonder how long this will take.” She trailed off, musing to her self, as I stared up at her petite nostrils. They flared and then her eyes were back on mine.
“Say good morning, boy!” She slapped me hard. My head rang and my skin burned.
“Good morning!” I barked it out and she laughed.
“Okay! Good, you get the gist. Now, tell me you are a sniveling little coward, crying over here on the floor like some beaten dog. What the fuck good is that? I ask you.” She sneered at him.
“I’m a little coward! I’m crying like a little baby.”
“Good, good. So you acknowledge it. I can hear it in your voice.” And with that she leaned over and planted her lips on mine. I kissed her, and she withdrew. Then she stuck out her tongue at me, and licked the raw flesh where she had slapped me.
“Little kitty wants to make it better.” She cooed the words.
What the hell was this, I thought, first she was a dominatrix and now she was a pussy cat? Was it like a good cop, bad cop type of thing?
She lapped at my cheeks, and I felt a dark arousal.
She drew her tongue along my jawline slowly and then made her way to my ear, where she purred and cooed. Her tongue flicked out and licked my earlobe and then I felt her little teeth bite the tender but resilient flesh there. My cock began to come to attention once again, and I could feel my balls aching filling with cum. As she licked and sucked and nibbled at my ear, my cock thickened into a stiff prong, jutting out from the hollows of my thighs.
Astrid raised a hand to her face and licked it once, twice, over and over, as if she was a kitten cleaning her paw. Then she reached over and grabbed hold of my throbbing hard-on, gripping tightly and then loosening her grasp to slide it up and down, up and down my hard shaft.
“Oh!” I breathed as my balls began to tighten in pre-ejaculatory agony, urgently pushing my hips into her tight little fist. She pumped me hard, over and over, until I was ready to burst.
Her fingers squeezed my bulging cockhead once, twice, and then she released her grip and let her sticky fingers fly wide.
“Oh!” I groaned in disappointment, my hips straining upward, pointing my rock hard length straight up toward the ceiling. I wanted to fuck anything at that point, I wanted release. My mind was consumed by an all-encompassing red heat.
“Not yet, boy! Not yet, my little nothing. You haven’t earned the right.” She lowered her lips to my cheek and licked it. I bit my lower lip in an effort to distract myself from my disappointment. Astrid bit down hard on my ear lobe and a jet of white hot pain shot down my neck.
“Ow! Goddammit Astrid, that fucking hurt!”
“Oh, he speaks! The little nothing speaks, as if he has the right to say my name! You will not speak, you will not hurt yourself, unless I say that you can!” She slapped my face again and my skin stung like acid.
“Goddammit, that hurt! I don’t understand what is going on here, anymore. I don’t think that this is just a game now, is it? Is it, Astrid?” I looked into her eyes, which were peering into mine only inches away from my face. The color of her eyes seemed to shift from blue to green to brown, and I could see a blush spreading upward from her collar bone, around her delicate neck, and outward onto her cheeks.
A blush of arousal? I didn’t understand.
Her eyes tightened. “There are no games, boy. Everything we do here is for keeps. This is real life, if you haven’t noticed. Now listen to me. Listen well. I’m only going to be asking this once.” She looked up toward the sunny window and sighed. I felt her hand wrap itself slowly around my painfully hard member, and my mouth fell open as pleasure surged through my belly.
“Now, you need to make a choice. On one hand, you have the life that you created. You know, that made-up world that you wrapped around yourself to feel less scared. The safe choice, of course. On the other hand, you could have my world. My world is the real world, boy, but nobody really acknowledges that. Your average office worker or or media manager is content to ignore my world, the real world, for as long as possible. Sometimes, they find that they have to visit my world in order to deafen the roar of meaninglessness that consumes their empty little lives. But regardless of what they do, unless they accept the real world they will never know what it means to be alive.”
She paused and licked her lips.
“In any case, boy, you are lucky. You caught my eye on the street, and I decided to throw you a bone. Most people pay me to do what I am going to do to you for free, and that is because I feel sympathy. And, I must admit, an attraction. I can tell that you have mountains and valleys of pleasure and pain that nobody has ever experienced, not even you. I wanted you to know those depths, and to feel those heights, and I wanted to share them with you. You are a side project, essentially.”
She slid her precum slickened fist up and and down my hardness and I gasped, feeling my cock swell in between her slender fingers. She paused at the tip, thumb and forefinger wrapped around my prong right beneath the cockhead.
“So this is your choice, boy. Option A is this. Choose your world, and I will let you go, and you will get dressed and I will show you out. Or, you can choose my world, Option B, and let go of whoever it is that you think you are now in order to become who I know you actually are. Your choice. But you have to choose now, and your choice will be final. And, as you promised before we entered my home, you will never speak of any of this to anybody. I have friends in very high places, and I can easily take you down into the gutters and destroy you. But not in the way that I want to! I want to deconstruct this shitty crappy life you put together and build up a real man! I like a challenge. So, which option do you choose, Grant?”
My heart thumped loudly in my ears, and not just because I was about to ejaculate jet after hot jet of cum all over my taut belly. I had to make a choice. This choice was permanent, and it didn’t sound like I was going to be able to see Astrid ever again if I chose option A. She intrigued me in a way that only Celeste had, but she was the shadow to Celeste’s light.
On one hand, I thought, but then Astrid tightened her grasp around my cock and slid her fist up and off, and I spurted pre-cum up into the air, feeling it dribble down hotly between her hand and my dick, lubricating it as her fist began to pump up and down my thick shaft again. I groaned and gasped for release.
“Oh, fuck! Oh! Okay, okay! Let me think for a second! Oh!” I cried out in between strokes, and she slowed her fist down, pumping my cock in a languid rhythm that kept me from shooting my cream all over her hand. If she sped up even one tiny fraction of a second, I would ejaculate. But instead, I groaned as pressure built in my nether regions, a delicious ache that spread outward from my core.
I couldn’t think, but it didn’t matter. All I really wanted now was to be there in that room. Let everything that I had ever created be damned to hell, I thought fervently. I wanted to be part of Astrid’s world. She was a mystery that I wanted to unlock, and she was going to make me a man.
“ Yes, of course! Oh! I want your world! I choose your world!” I strained to mouth the words as I throbbed in her grip.
She let go of my twitching hot organ. I opened my eyes, which I had closed in involuntary anticipation of a massive climax. I caught my breath as I saw her smile.
“That is fantastic, boy, you have chose wisely! Oh, I am so proud of you, you have finally made a good decision for once! You are going to be really very happy that you made this choice! This little pussy cat is so happy that you made this choice!” And with those words her hot mouth fell onto my neck and she began to lick me, first my throat and then down to my chest. Her tongue circled one of my nipples and she grazed it with her teeth.
Holy shit! I thought, as white lightning crackled from my nipples to my nuts.The sensation was almost unbearable, the intensity so high I cried out. She made her way down my chest and belly, licking in big long swipes of her wet tongue. The morning sun shone on her golden skin as she began to reposition herself over me, her belly button passing over my eyes as she sat astride my face once again.
“Lick it now, you nothing, lick me into oblivion! This is all you are good for, all you need, all you ever wanted! Lick it!” She ground her pubis into my chin and my mouth found her wet engorged pussy, and I licked. And licked and licked until I heard her humming. Then I concentrated on probing the folds of her clitoral hood, finding her little pebble hard and vibrating. I flicked it once, twice, again and again with the muscular tip of my tongue, my nose half buried in the juicy folds of her peach.
“Oh! Now you are learning, boy, now you are beginning to have the right attitude! Oh! Oh! Oh! OOoohh! OOOooohhh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!” Guttural sounds emanated from deep with her throat as she came around my face, her thick wet thighs clamping down hard onto my stubbled cheeks. She began to growl and grunt as she pushed her crotch into my face and juices ran down my cheeks and chin and onto my neck.
Then I felt a hot wet softness envelope my cock and I exploded, my balls pumping surges of cum up into Astrid’s throat, and jet after jet of my thick spunk erupting from my straining cock as my sack was emptied by the expert ministrations of Astrid’s mouth. I felt her lips grow tight around the base of my cock and then slide upward to encircle only the spongy head of my penis, cum dribbling out of her mouth and dripping warmly down my shaft. Then I felt her tongue playing with my pee hole.
That was too much, I thought for a split second before a second geyser of cream erupted from my almost empty balls, shooting through my vibrating cock and and splattering onto the roof of her mouth. Her strong lips held my jerking cock firmly in place.
“Baby!” I cried, my cry muffled by her inflamed pussy lips resting heavily on my mouth. I was unable to take a deep breath.
After what seemed to be an eternity but was only a couple minutes, my cock spasms subsided as it softened and plopped wetly from her mouth. I felt her draw upward and off of my supine form. Sun hit my sopping wet face, warming me. My eyes opened as she withdrew, her creamy thighs framing her red pussy and the deep dark crack of her ass as she stood over me.
“This is my favorite part. We’ve only just begun!” She smiled at me, white rivulets of my cum dripping down her chin and onto her neck. I watched as what seemed to be a quart of my spunk dripped down her neck slowly, drop by drop, to the perky round mounds of her full breasts. She reached up and smeared the slickness over her aureoles and erect nipples.. Her tongue slipped out from between her sultry lips, and she licked them and then she cupped her breasts, spreading my viscous ejaculate all over them. She grinned at me.
“Okay. Now I’m leaving.” She said those words and quickly spun around and made her way out of my sight. I caught a quick delicious glimpse of the dimples above her wiggling ass before she disappeared. I could hear her swearing slightly as she knocked things around in one part of the cavernous room.
My heartbeat slowed, and I took a deep breath.
Good Lord, I thought, that was the most intense thing I have ever felt in my life! And to think that is only the start? Impossible. I was in a haze of post-coital bliss. I closed my eyes. I heard the sound of running water.
I must have dozed off for a minute because I was awakened by the sound of a door slamming shut. A few electronic tones sounded as if an alarm system was being armed. I heard the echo of boot heels clomping down the stairs, and then it was quiet.
I began to feel concerned. I was suddenly ravenous and realized that I hadn’t eaten anything for hours.
I could eat two horses, I thought, and my stomach gurgled.
The floor grew cold. The semen that I had spurted over my belly and thighs began to feel tight and sticky. The sun blazed into the large open room and only the faint noise of car horns and alarms punctuated the morning.
My arms grew sore and my legs began to ache.
How long will I be left alone here, I wondered, fear nibbling at my heart.`