Making the Chef Pay

Michael moved to the front of the table, gleaming as he saw her kneeling, her tits pushed out, the top button undone, her cleavage showing. He looked down at her trembling body, “nice tits, goin’ to get to know them real nice.” He grabbed another rope and bent down over her body. He whispered in her ear, “you’re goin’ to look real good in rope, love a cunt all tied up. That’s the way all cunts should be, naked and bound. Ready to be fucked.” He grabbed another rope and threw it around her waist, dragging both ends onto the middle shelf. “Now don’t go nowhere, cunt,” he laughed. He got up and went to the other side of the table again. “Suck in a deep breath, bitch, it’s goin’ to be your last.” He pulled on both ends of the rope and felt them tighten up. He heard her gasping as the rope pushed into her stomach. He tied them both to the end. “Now, don’t you look pretty, all nice and tight.” He watched as she took shallow breaths, the rope pushed deep into her stomach, restricting her breathing.

“I can’t hardly breathe, it’s too tight,” she begged, her eyes wide open in terror as he stood over her again. 

“You’ll breathe when I tell you to. I own you bitch, for the next two days. You’re going to fuck and suck until I’m tired of you. Now let’s get you spread open for me, baby. Then you can start suckin’ dick, big dick.” He moved down to the floor again, rope in his hand again. He loved tying bitches up. Loved spreading them open, hearing their cries of pain, begging for him to release them. 

Cleo’s chest rose and fell, taking short breaths as the ropes restricted her breathing, her breasts heaving on her chest. He was next to her face again as she saw more rope. Oh, God, how much rope does he have. She felt his large hand grab her left leg, hand on the inside of her thigh, under her skirt. She felt it tighten, a moan of pain escaping from her lips.

“Great thighs bitch, nice and firm. You must work out. You gonna need it. I going to bend your body every way I can. I like my women naked and bound. Stops any arguments about what I’m goin’ to do.” He pushed out on her thigh, watching as her left knee slid along the floor, pushing out toward the table leg, a gleaming stainless steel projection rising from the floor. 

She felt her crotch splitting as her leg was pulled wide. The large hand took the rope and ran it around her thigh and the table leg, three times, each time pulling tight until she could not feel anything in her toes. He moved over a bit and grabbed her right thigh, his hand rubbing the silky skin harshly. 

“This is gonna hurt a little, bitch,” he laughed as he began pulling her right thigh outward toward the other table leg. “You gonna have to spread real wide for me, cunt.”

Cleo tried to shuffle forward or back as her legs were spread wide. She felt her panties pushing deeper into her pussy as they stretched. Another shove and she felt the silk relax, finally tearing as they stretched wide. She could feel cool air from the floor rise up between her legs. “AAAWWWW, you’re going to rip me up the middle.”

Michael looked at her face, the pain showing as her legs were spread wide. He hooked the rope around her thigh and table, three times, tightly binding her to the table leg. He looked back at her and his cock hardened. Bound to the table, a rope around her neck pulling her head back, another around her waist holding her tightly to it and finally on her knees, her legs spread obscenely to the legs. “You look fuckable, Cleo, a real slut. Now I’m going to teach you who’s the boss. Then I’m gonna fuck your face and fill you with a load of my cum. The first of many.” 

Michael went over to the drawer and pulled out the metal whisk. It was a large one, about a foot long and the end was shaped like a light bulb, the metal rising out from the handle, expanding wider until they stood out almost three inches wide. It was used for rapidly whipping mixtures, but Michael had other ideas for it. He had many ideas for the cooking instruments in the kitchen and Cleo would not like any of them. Most would make great instruments for probing the intimate openings of a female. He poured some olive oil that was on the counter onto it. “See how nice I am, slut. Gonna grease it up for you a little. Now this is just a little reminder of what could happen if I feel even a tiny bit of your teeth on my cock. You’re gonna suck my cock, or I should say, you’re gonna swallow my cock. If you fuck up, I’m gonna heat this whisk next time and then push it into your mouth. You wouldn’t be biting another cock after that. Now open up real wide, I’m gonna give you a lesson.” He put his fingers over her nose, pinching down tightly on it. He watched as Cleo kept her lips tightly closed. “I like a bitch that fights. But you gonna lose. I can wait all day until you run out of air. Or I can do this,” his fist flying down to her stomach, pushing harshly into her tender flesh, a whoosh escaping from her lips as the air was forced rapidly from her mouth. He pushed the whisk against her lips, watching as her lips began to spread wide to accept the metal instrument. 

Cleo could not catch her breath. Her breasts were rising up and down, her lungs trying to fill themselves, the rope preventing it. She began to get dizzy from lack of air and her stomach was turning over and over from the brutal punch. When she thought it could not get any worse she felt Michael pushing the whisk into her mouth. Her lips began to spread, the oil making it slide further into her mouth. “NNNNGGG,” she managed to spit out of her mouth before the whisk began to win the fight and her lips began to spread over the edges of it. It felt like the corners of her mouth were going to tear as her mouth opened wider then it ever had to before. She had sucked cock before, but nothing this big was ever placed in her mouth. “AAAGGWWW,” her body jerked as the whisk popped in her mouth, her lips now closing over it. “AAGGGHHHH,” Michael pushing on it, forcing it further into her mouth, pushing her tongue aside like it was butter. Over half of it was in and the pressure continued as more and more of the metal instrument was pushed in. A final push and Cleo choked as the whisk pushed against the back of her mouth, her mouth now a gaping hole, her cheeks puffed out, her lips almost cracking as they stretched. She felt Michael begin to twirl it in her mouth, the metal scraping along the inside of her cheeks, the metal mashing against her teeth, her lips beginning to cut from the metal over her dry, cracked lips.

“You see what happens to cunts that don’t listen. You fuck with me or even knick my cock in your mouth, I’m gonna heat this fucker up and shove it back inside your mouth. You wouldn’t be able to eat for a month. You going to suck my cock like a good little whore? Shake your head yes.”

Cleo shook her head up and down, the whisk hurting as it moved inside her mouth. Anything to stop the pain. If she had to suck a cock, it would not be the first time. 

“good girl,” pulling the whisk from her mouth slowly, watching her cringe in pain as her lips had to spread wider again. He saw her panting for air, her tongue moving around the inside of her mouth again. He unbuckled his belt, pulled down his zipper and let his pants fall to the floor. His briefs stood out hard in front of him, his cock barely confined in them. He pulled his briefs to the floor and his cock popped out. He saw her eyes widen in fear. Not many women could take a cock his size. But she did not have a choice. His hand stroked the ten-inch cock, the circumcised head over two inches in diameter, an angry red. His cock was not built for fucking, it was built for punishing. And Cleo was going to get two days of it in every hole she had. Yeah, he was goin’ to like this cunt. He liked them when they screamed. He put his hand under her chin, lifting her head up until her mouth was in front of his cock.

“No, please, that’s too big, please,” but she knew that he was going to do whatever he wanted to her. Her lips were only inches from the big head, already pre-cum was leaking from its head. Her head was being held, it was not going to be a blowjob, he wanted to fuck her face. She shuddered as the hot cock was placed on her lips. Her tongue came out in response to her dry lips but as soon as it touched the tip of his cock she felt it jump on her lips.

“Now you behave, cunt. Now kiss it real nice, that’s good,” feeling her hot lips touch the end, feeling his cock shudder in response. “Real good, suck a little more in your mouth, yeah,” pushing his hips forward, pushing the big head until it was swallowed in the hot confines of her mouth. It felt good, having her hot breath blowing on the tip. He could feel some cum leaking out, there’s more of that for you bitch, he thought. “Get it nice an’ wet, run your tongue over it real good. Yeah, you sucked dick before haven’t, I bet you think you’re a real cocksucker. You’ve only sucked little dicks, wait until ya’ get this monster down your throat. You’ll always remember my cock.” He pushed his cock further into the hot confines of her mouth.