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What the Birthday Girl Wants, She Gets. (Femshep x Fetwick)

Emilee uncoded what Mark muffled after he tried to ejaculate, but realized nothing came out. She smiled at his reaction and decided to answer his muffled question. "Don't worry. This device makes you want to ejaculate, but that strap around your base won't let you. It'll only get harder and harder to deal with until you beg me to let you cum." She teased him.

Hearing him moan with both pleasure and pain was a delightful and arousing sound for Emilee. She couldn't help, but adore the sounds he made even with the ones of distress. It made her feel so powerful, so hot. This was something she would refuse to forget. While her boot tried to find the little surprise she had, she leaned forward so he could see the cleavage of her large breast from her corset. Her fingers played with the zipper in the front, slowly pulling it down to show a little more of her breast to him. Finally she felt what she needed to find a moved her foot behind it so she could kick it to herself within her reach, but not letting him see what it was.

"No? Well good, because I wasn't going to do that anyway. I was going to this." She smirked and reached under her to slowly pull out a strapped on dildo. She giggled excitedly and pyut the the tip on her lips letting her tongue circle the plastic tip. She pushed the tip in her mouth, moaning softly and suck on it to tease him. Soon she pushed it deep into her mouth to deepthroat the dildo and let it be covered in her sliva until she finally stopped to pull it out, but she wasn't done. She sat down on her rear and spread her legs for him and made him watch as she made the tip play and rub against her pussy. She pushed it inside of her moaning loudly as she let it inch deeper and deeper inside of her until she was as deep as it could go. She make the dildo go in and out of her pussy, hard and fast, moaning his name loudly until she came, covering the strap on with her juices. Finally she pulled it out and simply said "I think it's lubed up enough, now it's my turn to penetrate you."
 
Her explanation of the device made Mark stiffen with fear. His shaft started to tingle as it constantly jutted forward, trying to release the buildup inside. The subtle smirks of domination upon Emilee's face made Mark all the more frustrated, making him finally realize she had gone off the deep end. There was no turning back now, Emilee had fully committed to making Mark her personal birthday bitch. The weight of the saliva coated panties in his mouth firmly pinned his tongue against the back of this teeth. At this point, most of what escaped Mark's lips was pure gibberish as he tried to fight the bonds of his slavery.

"Mrrraww! MMR! MMMHMM MMMPH!" was all that came out as Emilee unzipped her corset, stopping just above the nipples, but revealing the maximum amount of cleavage.

"MMM! MMM! MMMM!" screamed Mark as Emilee's boot curled up behind her, a strap hooked around her blade thin heel, connected to it was a phallus.

There was no denying what a device like that was used for. He slowly began to dig his boots into the hardwood floor in order to get away. She licked then sucked the protruding object in jest, never breaking eye contact with him. As Emilee fully engorged her mouth with the object, Mark couldn't help but think he would have been turned on under different circumstances. But as it stood, he had been kidnapped and manhandled by the prying eyes watching him like a piece of meat. Stacey chuckled from behind as she stopped him from backtracking away. Mark's cock throbbed as Emilee inserted the dildo into her wet pussy. His testicles ached with every utter of his name, until the cacophony of moans, screams, and wails came to a screeching halt, as she cummed in front of everyone. Mark curled up in a ball, the tenderness of his genitals screaming to explode torturing him as he tried to tune out the laughter and applause of the guests. His ears perked up as the familiar clack of his girlfriend's heels came strutting towards him once more.

"I think it's lubed up enough, now it's my turn to penetrate you."

"MMMMMMMMMPHHHH! MMMMMMMMM! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMRRRRRPPHHHH!" he wailed, as a surge of panic convulsing in his very loins.
 
Emilee didn't care that she was doing all this in front of her friends, after all they made this possible and they knew what they'd signed up for by giving her all of these things. It made her laugh with her friends when she saw his react to her comment about penetraing him. It was exactly what she wanted from him. The old loving Emilee was gone and replaced with the dominatrix he was looking at. She saw Stacey had stopped him from backing away and smiled. She put the strap on down for a moment to grab his shoulders. "Come on, don't be a bad boy." She teased then made the rest off his bottom portion of his outfit come off and pulling it down and off of him by saying "Be bad and I'll make sure that cock ring never comes off."

She pulled his pants over his erection and pulled it from under his ass then forced them over his boots so they came off of him. She smiled brightly then moved her hands back on his shoulders. In a quick movement she pulled him down so his face was in the ground on purposely dangerously close to her pussy. She giggled softly after a few minutes she stood up from where she was. She picked up the strap on and the clicking of her blade thin heels circled behind him and told Stacey she could handle it from here.

Behind him she used two of the four straps to lock them around her waist. Then used the next two straps to go under her inner thighs and snap around to the back of the straps that were around her waist. The phallus shaped piece looking like as if it actually was her genital. With Mark's rear in the air Emilee smiled and teased his hole with the tip. "Are you ready for some fun baby?" She teased him
 
Mark struggled harshly against the leather cuffs, as the connecting chain between his wrists and ankles rattled wildly. Emilee began tearing off the bottom of his clothes like a predator prepping for her next meal. She didn't take caution to his disposition, as she removed his chaps and underwear as quickly as possible. The zipper scraped against his shaft, causing him to recoil in horror. As turbulent as the experience was, a hesitant peek from his right eye revealed the that teeth had not broken his skin. The relief was momentary as Emilee continued to ravage his clothing, removing his boots, before handing him over to Stacey. Two hands gripped him by the harness on his chest and turned him over on his stomach and then with a swift kick to his gut, forced his bottom up in the air.

"MMM!" Mark wailed, fighting to keep his head up as Stacey's anklet boot pinned his face to the floor.

The sounds of Emilee's leather straps scrunching as she cinched them tightly around her waist and thighs worried Mark. The beginning of something horrible was about to take place. Mark could only make indistinguishable pleads of mercy from his gagged lips as the echoes of clopping heels drew near. Rape was imminent. His penis tried to deflate from tension and anxiety building in his head, but the cock ring held his erection firm as he squirmed under Stacey's planted anklet boot. A warm and wet touch grazed Mark's buttocks causing his asshole to pucker with fear as Emilee playfully prodded him.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPHHHHH! MMMMM! MMMMM! MMMMMMMMMMMMMM!" Mark screamed one final time, shutting his eyes tightly and bracing for the worst.
 
Emilee smiled at Stacey seeing her keeping Mark's face in the ground so he'll stay still. While he was panicking she was feeling his ass much like a guy does for a girl, feeling it, giving a few squeezes, even giving him a spank or two. She watched and listened to Mark's muffled screams and just before his cries ended, she pushed the tip of the plastic phallus into his puckered up asshole. Teasingly and kinda ironically she replied "Don't worry baby. I'll be gentle." She giggled softly and gave him a moment to adjust just before pushing more of the plastic toy inside of his tight asshole.

Her hips started to rock, back and forth, pushing the plastic toy deep inside of him. She pushed deep into him and eventually moved her hips again so the toy pumped into poor Mark's asshole. She smiled and spanked him a few times. "Do you like it baby? How do you like it?" She teased him. She started pushing harder and faster, back and forth, back and forth, in a unnatural way with the plastic toy. Enjoying each second, the sounds he made, the reactions he made. All of it was pure enjoyment for the young woman
 
Without direct insertion, Mark wondered if he was the subject of some sick game, or if Emilee was taking her own sweet time. He opened his eyes to try and get a look. Mark could barely see behind him. Stacey's pinning boot, made it difficult for him to turn around, all he caught were glimpses of advancing flesh and lingerie. A firm pinch and a couple of slaps connected with his buttocks, making him whimper a bit. He couldn't stand the teasing anymore, dreading every second of the ordeal, he just wanted her to get it over with. That was before the tip of the strap-on pried it's way into his sphincter. He could do nothing at this point except squirm and take it, the laughter of the room, filling him with anger.

"MMMMMMMMMFFFFFMMMMM!" Mark cried as Emilee fully sunk into his anus with a jarring thrust.

The gyrating of her hips made Mark uneasy as Emilee entered further than he anticipated. Her fishnets grated against his backside, their coarse texture adding to the overall uncomfortable nature of the situation. He could feel every inch of the plastic phallus scrape inside of his interior, as he tried pulling his ass forward to get away. With Emilee's hands hooking Mark by the hips, he wasn't even allowed that luxury as she fucked him like a wild animal. The traction of Stacey's boot against his face started to leave a numbing pain, he tried to avert his attention to that, rather than feel his girlfriend's ravenous lust. In an effort to alleviate his predicament, he chanted the only words that came to his mind that described his rage.

"FWWK YWOO! FWWK YWOO! MMM!"
 
The way he struggled, the way he cried out, the way he was so easily controlled. Everything about this expirence was one worth while. She was sure their relationship was over, he'll probably break up with her after all of this and honestly....Emilee was happy she at least did this. Sure, she'll be upset, but at least she did it. She pushed herself deep into him, getting faster and a harder like she could feel the pleasure he felt when he did the same to her, but imagination was part of the fun. She watched him squirm under Stacey's boot enjoying the sight along with his sounds.

She heard his chanting of his anger towards her and slapped his ass leaving a red hand mark on his cheek. "Well maybe after all this you will get to fuck me, but only if you're a good boy. Keep acting up and I'll be forced to punish you even more baby." She teased, but meant it. If he could endure the practices she was doing to him then she'll be his play toy either way she was winning her little game as she thrusted harder and faster getting ready to give him some relief.
 
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