Free Her Nemesis Master (Dark BDSM Erotica) by Dan Bruce Page A

bet.”
    Emily didn’t answer that part. Once again she was too busy
dealing with a conscience – the trident bearing demon that was
determined to goad her. As she lay there on the floor, frozen in
disbelief that she was going to let this man fuck her unprotected
in the ass, another image flashed through Emily’s mind – the final
mental torment before the final capitulation. It was that of her
husband as he stood in the church beside her on the day when they
were married four years ago. She had made a vow and they had just
exchanged their rings. Les looked so happy to have claimed her as
his own, even though for the life of him he couldn’t work out why.
She had said she would keep herself only unto him. And she had kept
that promise up until today, in body if not always in mind. He had
treasured her fidelity. Emily was violating his trust.
    What would Les say if he could see his wife now, her legs
spread and held willingly open while she waited for a man, whose
name she did not know, to stuff his cock into her ass – an ass that
Les himself had never fucked? What would he say as he watched his
wife and she made no attempt to push this man away? What would Les
say if he knew that his wife came willingly to this place and
allowed a man to use her in this diabolical way?
    Emily had no answer. Her reverie was suddenly wonderfully
disturbed!
    Holding her by the buns, pushing her further back, the man
attacked Emily with his face. He slurped at her cunt, lapping up
the juices, and he lashed at her asshole, coating it with
lubrication. His tongue delved into her gushing sex, flicking
around the folds, piercing her vagina. And he alternated this bliss
with the filthiest deed, sticking his fleshy tongue into her
clenching anal ring, relaxing the muscle and easing it
wider.
    “Oh no! No! No!” Emily protested, totally shocked by the
depravity of the act. Then it was, “Yes! Yes! Oh My God, YES!!!” as
he resumed his deftly work on her pussy, feasting on the cunt like
a man possessed.
    He flowed between the two like an easy river, meandering here
and there wherever it took his care. He made her sigh and he made
her cry; he made her soar in euphoria to the sky; then with a well
judged nip on her throbbing clit, the Master made his slave come
again, flooding her body with orgasmic pleasure.
    And that’s when he rammed his cock right up her – eight fat
inches all the way up her ass!
    Emily howled at the entry! She hollered in orgasm that came
with much pain. The stretch on her sphincter was an agony, battling
with the waves of utter bliss that radiated from her empty fanny.
She screamed at the depth – the incredible depth, and friction on
her bowels that had never known flesh. She yelled at the ecstasy
that was etched on his face – a violent ecstasy of a man making his
claim and satisfying his own lusty passion.
    She screamed till the man silenced her with a hand firmly
clamped over her mouth.
    “Shut it, Blondie! Keep the noise down or I’ll have to gag
you. That wouldn’t be good – I prefer to hear you moaning. So don’t
spoil it for me. That would only make me angry. And that would be a
very bad idea.”
    Emily whimpered at the threat. Her asshole was aching, but she
suspected the hurt would pass. Already the sharp pain was ebbing
away. Her legs were shaking but she kept them raised and open. They
stayed open for the man, Her Nemesis Master.
    Emily stared as the hand was removed from her mouth. She
sucked in a breath then let out a groan as the man’s cock started
to saw in and out, dragging her tightly stretched bowels as it did
so. He moved slowly and steadily, letting the weight of his body
lean into Emily as he rode his cock in and out. God he was big!
Emily had never felt so invaded and incredibly stuffed. She had
never felt so vulnerable – so utterly dominated. She had never felt
so wonderfully alive.
    As he continued to screw her with some easy strokes, the man
pulled her other breast free of the lacy