‘Good girls don’t display their breasts like this. Good girls don’t like being touched like this.’ My boss fingered my nipple between finger and thumb, his eyes meeting mine with laughter in them. ‘Good girls don’t lie on their backs letting men touch them. I guess you probably are just a slut, aren’t you?’ Chapter 1 of Molly’s Cage is here.
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Molly’s Cage: Chapter 9
‘Now,’ Mr Hunter said. ‘Let’s deal with between your legs, shall we?’
Lying back on the table, my breasts bare, I froze in fear at the thought of what he was going to do. If I had been able to talk, I would have been begging him to stop, offering him anything if he let me go. My mouth was gagged though and I was struggling to breathe, concentrating constantly on swallowing so that I didn’t choke.
Mr Hunter removed the chastity belt and I flushed in embarrassment as he pulled the dildo out of me. I couldn’t bear the thought of him seeing its dark, wet, slippery surface. I knew he would see how wet I was. I knew he was going to tell me that I was a slut who only thought about sex and cocks and fucking. I hated that it was true, right now, at least.
I hadn’t been able to sleep properly last night as I couldn’t stop imagining him fucking me hard. I had needed to cum but I had been too scared that he would be able to tell I had orgasmed and that he would discipline me for ‘disobedience’.
Then I gasped as Mr Hunter strapped each of my ankles to the table and pushed my knees wide open. I knew he was looking at me between my legs and I knew he could see everything — my clit and my labia and my entrance, all wet and slippery.
‘Are you going to be quiet, Molly?’ he asked and I choked in fear, wondering again what he was going to do to me.
It was so hard to concentrate on anything with the gag in my mouth, and I choked again as I tried to swallow properly. I was half-scared he was going to fuck me, but then I knew I would also be sad if he didn’t. I realised I was making a soft, moaning sound and I couldn’t work out if I was pleading with him for sex or begging him to let me go.
‘I guess not,’ Mr Hunter said, sounding disappointed.
He moved around to the top of the table again and I looked up at him in fear and embarrassment. He removed his large handkerchief from his pocket and I wanted to scream at him as he stuffed it into my mouth, fully filling my mouth and holding my tongue down.
‘Do try to be quiet, darling,’ he said, meeting my eyes as he flicked his fingertips across my bare nipples again, reminding me all over again how exposed my body was. ‘And I recommend lying as still as possible. You don’t want to get hurt, do you?’
I wanted to yell at him to let me go. I wanted to swear at him and make him tell me what he was going to do, but I couldn’t. Humming to himself, he sat down out of my sight, between my legs. I guessed he wasn’t going to fuck me there today after all, and I didn’t know whether to sigh with relief or disappointment.
‘You are very wet here, you little slut,’ Mr Hunter murmured, running an exploratory finger through my labia. I couldn’t believe my boss was touching my pussy. His touch wasn’t sensual, and yet it made me shiver with need. Oh gods, I wanted him and I didn’t even understand why.
Mr Hunter spread my labia apart with casual fingers and I moaned in embarrassment, knowing that he was looking right at my entrance.
‘Let’s get started, shall we?’ he said.
He rubbed some kind of wet, slippery liquid into my mound and I didn’t know what he was doing until I felt the cool, sharp edge of a razor blade sliding across my skin. I gasped in fear and jumped, shrieking loudly into the handkerchief in my mouth.
He couldn’t shave me! He just couldn’t! How dared he?
Mr Hunter just chuckled at my outrage.
‘I knew you weren’t going to be quiet. I do recommend you lie still, Molly,’ he chuckled. ‘I don’t want to cut you.’ Scared, I stilled, forcing myself to breathe past the gag and the handkerchief. ‘Sensible girl,’ he murmured. ‘Now, let’s get you all bare, like a good girl.’
I couldn’t believe what was happening to me as I lay, restrained and gagged. I forced myself to be still as I felt the sharpness of the razor moving steadily across my mouth. I hated to think what I looked like to him, my pussy becoming more and more visible as he removed the last layers of protection.
I managed to stay relatively quiet while Mr Hunter shaved my mound, but once he started to shave my labia, I heard myself moaning uncontrollably. I forced myself to lie still, but I was just so shocked at what he was doing. The constant feeling of the razor on my sensitive skin and the humiliating feeling of being exposed down there made me yearn to pull my legs together and protect myself.
I was pulling at the arm restraints, desperately trying to get free, but it did no good. Whistling softly to himself, Mr Hunter shaved my whole pussy while I moaned and whimpered and pulled uselessly against the arm restraints. Tears ran down my cheeks and I hated how I was getting ever more aroused at the knowledge he was looking right at my pussy.
‘You brought this on yourself,’ he said once again, sounding amused at my struggles. ‘Silly little bitch.’
I moaned in humiliation but there really wasn’t anything I could do. He finished shaving me and rubbed some kind of gentle cream into my skin to moisten my skin. I whimpered at how good it felt to have him touching me down there, even as my skin felt so sensitive and exposed with all the hairs removed.
‘Good little girl, Molly,’ he said, standing up and looking down at me.
Half an hour later, I was seated at my desk as my fellow employees straggled in around me for the start of the work day. After shaving me, Mr Hunter had unceremoniously pushed the dildo back inside me and told me sharply to ‘make myself presentable’. The dildo filled my cunt again, and the rough leather of the chastity belt felt even rougher against my shaven pussy and clit.
I knew that I should feel violated and angry but I still couldn’t get my mind off how much I wanted to fuck. My pussy was sore from the constant penetration of the dildo, and my brain was continually reminding me how much better it could feel if it was a man inside me instead of an uncomfortable toy.
Even worse, I couldn’t stop thinking of what Mr Hunter had said earlier when he had gagged me.
This gag is designed to force you to take cock in your mouth.
I will discipline you with my cock if I have to, Molly.
I didn’t know what was wrong with me but all I could think about was Mr Hunter pushing me forward over his desk or the lounge, snarling at me to pull my skirt up because he needed to discipline me, and then feeling his thick, hard shaft pushing uncaringly into me, forcing me to take him because I needed to be taught a lesson.
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