Female Domination - The Making of a Slave. Part 11
Anya wanted to squirt like she did back then, when she was fucking Sergey's face in the kitchen after she first seduced him into giving her head. That was when she had that unforgettable, first squirt of her life, and it was all because of the feeling of complete power over the guy. Although she felt that same power and superiority over Roman now too, something was missing for her. Maybe it was Sergey's pretty little face?
Maybe she was much drunker now compared to that time? Maybe because she was fucking his face on video and in front of strangers? Anya couldn't figure out what she was missing now, and looking at Roman's helpless, bruised, and scraped-up,
bloodied body only made her angry, even though she had already cum several times. Roman, meanwhile, lay pitifully on the floor, looking at her and waiting for his punishment to end as soon as possible."Alright," Anya said with displeasure, standing up. She walked over to Roman, freed his mouth by removing the tape and the sock, and said, "Come here, buddy." She put him back on his knees, which were already covered in bruises, and sitting back down in the chair, she pulled his head towards her crotch. "I'm gonna piss on you now. Got it?" she said, half asking, half informing him. Roman nodded affirmatively and said nothing, afraid of getting beaten again, and also because his tongue was numb.
"Open your mouth," Anya commanded, spreading her pussy. Roman saw Anya's urethral opening twitch slightly (yes, Roman had already fully studied the structure of a pussy—where the vagina was, where the urethra was, and where the clitoris hid, he knew). Roman obediently opened his mouth (which hurt at the corners of his lips from the tape), holding on with his last strength, staying on his knees in a slightly bent position. The noose around his neck also pressed relentlessly, but not as much as when his legs were tied.
*Just gotta hold on*, Roman thought with his mouth wide open before his assailant's pussy (he opened his mouth as wide as the pain allowed; it felt completely torn to him). A powerful stream of urine hit him in the forehead, and he started catching it with his mouth to please Anya, and she liked it. "Good boy," Anya responded. "Wider, open your mouth wider, you bitch, you slut," Anya commanded, reveling in her position and the sight of the guy with his mouth wide open trying to catch her urine stream. Splashes flew everywhere, soaking her too, but Anya liked it, and she tried to tense her lower abdomen to piss everything out and create as strong a pressure as possible.
"Lick, lick, you whore," she said after she finished pissing, then grabbed his ears hard again, making one of Roman's ears crack, and he felt a sharp pain, which made him practically scream into Anya's pussy. She, like a spider, wrapped her legs around him and, pressing on his lower back, pulled him close, continuing to hold his ears tightly, her hips moving wildly up and down and side to side again.
Roman was no longer on his knees but half-lying, buried in the pussy, and with the strong grip of her hands and legs, he was practically shoved into Anya's pussy. Roman's numb tongue sometimes stuck out but didn't play a big role; he just tried under no circumstances to bare his teeth, hiding them with his lips so as not to accidentally hurt his assailant, who would probably kill him for it. Anya's body arched in her back, and she let out an almost animalistic roar as she came once again...
Well, Anya came down from another orgasm and, squatting in front of Roman's exhausted body, holding a knife with a sly, beastly smile, forcefully stabbed Roman in the stomach. Roman gasped and felt the blade practically hit his spine, and blood gushed onto the floor. *Well, that's it*, Roman thought, closing his eyes. For some reason, he didn't want to scream or call for help; his body stopped obeying him, and he prepared for the worst, laying his head on the floor.
"Stop pretending," Anya chattered cheerfully, showing him that she had hit him with the back of the handle, not the blade. "What an actor you are," Anya laughed and, with a quick movement of the knife, cut the ropes from Roman's hands and feet. Roman, meanwhile, looked at his stomach and was joyfully surprised to find no wound. After being freed from the ropes, a light tingling spread through his body, growing like a strong wave into an intense, uncomfortable tingling. Then Roman realized his body had gone completely numb, and he lay untied but completely powerless on the floor in a puddle of Anya's urine mixed with his blood. Roman closed his eyes and passed out.
Roman woke up from a poke in the side and a knock on the door.
"Go open it," Anya said, poking him with her foot while lying on his bed. "Who the hell brought that," Anya stretched languidly. Roman noticed he was covered with a sofa blanket and had a pillow under his head. So, Anya had taken care of him when he passed out. It was damp, of course, but not as much as it should have been. He looked around and saw a sheet from his bed on the floor nearby, soaked in urine and blood; apparently, Anya had cleaned up a bit during the night. By the way, the time on the clock was already past noon.
Roman stood up and, of course, discovered he was completely naked, probably smelly, and covered in scrapes and bruises. He immediately remembered yesterday's hell, glancing timidly at the satisfied Anya, who lay smiling at him from his bed. *She's so sweet when she's not beating me up*, Roman thought. The knock on the door interrupted his thoughts, and he walked to the door and asked through it,
"Who is it?"
"It's Rita," a voice came from behind the door. "Open up, Rom. Are you sleeping or what?"
"Just a sec," Roman ran to put on sweatpants and a T-shirt.
Opening the door, Roman saw yesterday's Rita with some new friend about his age (her face seemed somewhat familiar, but Roman couldn't remember from where).
"What the hell, why so long?" Rita asked from the doorway and immediately walked into the hallway, her friend slipping in behind her and closing the door.
"What's wrong with you?" Rita asked in surprise.
"I'm here," Anya's ringing voice came from the room.
Rita and her friend entered the room, where there were also traces of blood on the floor, and it generally looked like there had been a fight—a chair was knocked over, a bloodied sheet lay on the floor, and there was a strange smell mixed with sweat, piss, and sex.
"What happened here?" Rita asked, looking at Anya in surprise.
"Oh, nothing much," Anya smiled, throwing off the blanket and exposing her completely naked body, which was also covered in dried bloodstains. "I think he won't ignore me anymore. Go to the kitchen, and I'll go to the bathroom. Put on some tea or something, and I'll wash off yesterday," Anya looked at Roman and added, "And you, clean up here quickly."