Cleo's Fall Book 2 by cleo1234

Book 2

Chapter 1

Cleo didn’t have to pack anything before she left the home she’d shared with Mike for the past two years. In fact, Mr. Chapman wouldn’t even let her return there. He said he’d provide everything she’d need, and apparently, he was so rich that he could. She’d been riding in the back of a stretch limo for the past three hours, occasionally sucking Mr. Chapman’s huge black cock wherever it magically appeared, sticking out of its fly. She was never able to take even half of it, but three times, she’d swallowed most of his copious flow, and as a result, her crouch was sopping wet. Chapman had told her to remove her underwear before she’d entered his car, and had told her at that time, she’d never need them again. Just the thought of that had made her start to gush.But she was scared, too – really scared for the first time in her young life. She didn’t know where she was or the man she was with, or what awaited her at the end of their journey. Mr. Chapman . . . no, Master Chapman is how he told her to think of him. Master hadn’t even looked at her or acknowledged her as she sucked away on the spongy head his huge cock. After he’d cum in her mouth each time, he’d sat stoically until she’d cleaned him with her mouth, folded his considerable length back inside his pants and zipped him up. She knew it was sick, but she was so horny now that she’d climb almost anything, The prospects of doing that didn’t look though. She looked up, shuddering as the ugly driver drove the long car through a gated estate, moving slowly up a long winding driveway. She’d heard Master call him Kapp. Well, maybe she wouldn’t climb anything. Certainly not the ugly fat driver with the fish eyes. She shuddered again. Just the thought of Kapp’s knobby hands touching her made her queasy.

They were met near the front door by a pretty girl with short, dark hair, about her own age, dressed in a skimpy uniform. The girl kept her eyes cast downward and didn’t speak. Master spoke now. “Go with Mr Kapp. He’s been driving all day and needs some help with his problem.”

Whatever Mr. Kapp’s problem was, she didn’t want to be near him, but she knew better than to argue at this point, so she obediently followed his fat waddle inside toward the back of the house. She followed him through a doorway into a large bedroom. This was apparently Mr Kapp’s room. He didn’t speak to her, instead grabbing her short wrap-a-round near the throat, simply ripping it from her body. Before she could scream, he’d tossed her face-down on to the king-sized bed. Instantly, she felt his gigantic cock pushing against her exposed cunt.

“Oh God, no!” she screamed.

He didn’t stop, nor speak. He kept pushing against her opening, grinding away, relentlessly. At last, he was rewarded for his efforts as the golf-ball-sized head of his cock slipped past her vulva lips, but instantly hung-up again. She screamed louder, and the fat man slapped her ass, hard. For awhile, as he grunted and labored behind her, she’d scream and he’d silently slap her ass each time. Finally, she got the message and bit her arm, indignantly but quietly allowing him his path to the pleasure he sought. She eventually felt him slide in deeper, push hard again, and slide in a little more. Her pussy was on fire, and she was ready to pass out from the pain. The invading cock slid in deeper, pushing the walls aside, forcing tender tissue ahead of it. How big was that thing? Would it never end? Finally, she felt his fat belly brushing against her ass cheeks.

She was more stuffed than she’d ever been in her life, even with Ralph. She lay quietly, afraid to move, feeling the gigantic cock push relentlessly against her cervical core. She groaned against her arm again. Then, he started fucking her like a machine. No preliminaries, no warm up, just long-stroke thrusting, hard and fast. She screamed again and he silently, slapped her harder. She bit deeper into her arm in an attempt to remain quiet, but she was screaming in her mind. You bastard! You nasty, fat bastard!

Yes, nasty. Very nasty. She felt the juices flowing from her pussy, lubing the giant cock banging against her insides. Oh yes, so nasty, she thought again. Cleo moaned softly. Then louder. She moved backward a bit, meeting the brutal thrusts with a small one of her own. The cock inside her was white hot, throbbing, pulsating, hard as wood. She raised herself onto her elbows, reached back, and felt that it was indeed all the way inside her. As it slid in and out, she felt it in her hand. It must have been over a foot long and even thicker than Ralph’s, covered with huge, wart-like knobs. She moaned again, this time much louder. Nasty, so nasty, kept echoing in her mind. Suddenly, she was slamming her ass backward, meeting the fat man’s thrusts with equal abandon. After too short of a time, the huge cock inside her stiffened, painting her pussy walls with a pint of its thick warm juices. Her own orgasm hit like a freight train, shaking her slim body as if it had no will of its own – violently – continuously for a long time. She was completely out of her mind, on a different level as she left her shuddering body far below, watching from above as she quivered and quacked on the foot-long cock of the ugly fat man standing behind her, watching as a huge lump passed from the base of his throbbing cock, into her clasping pussy.

Was it true this creature not only looked the part, but actually was part animal? She’d heard how dogs could “tie” with their bitches because of the huge knot at the base of their cocks, but she’d never heard of a man like that. It was clear that Mr. Kapp could tie with his mate, as well – either as a freak of nature, or – she shuddered – by design.

His loud grunts and her moans of ecstasy slowly faded away until all that could be heard was their heavy, ragged breathing. The fat man didn’t move. He couldn’t. His knot was locked inside her and she suddenly felt herself cumming again – and then again. Only when she was totally limp, not responding in any manner, did he slowly pull his limp cock from her dripping pussy. Somehow, she still muttered a small sound of protest, pushing mindlessly backward to recapture it. He stood behind her on trembling legs, staring down at her as though in shock, as she quickly turned around and engulfed nearly all of his girth down her throat, completely cleaning him of their juices. After a moment, he grasped her head between his meaty hands, and began thrusting into her face once more. She instinctively reached up, grasped his fat ass cheeks in her tiny hands, pulling him deeper into her milking throat. He came in less than a minute, shooting his stored-up jizm down her clasping throat as she moaned hungrily for more. Then he jerked his cock from her sucking mouth, turned, and walked out of the room, his limp monster swinging nearly to his knees. He had not spoken a word throughout the entire ordeal.

After he departed, she lay spread-eagle on the large bed, dazed, the bitter taste of his cum still on her tongue, filling her mouth. Not sure exactly how long she was there, she heard another sound, looking up to find Mr. Chapman, Master, standing beside the bed. Instantly aware of her sticky thighs and wet face, she tried covering up, but he seemed unfazed by her used condition.

“You are here for one reason and one reason only,” he said softly. “To be used however I see fit. You will do things here, that only a short time ago you would not have even imagined.”
She uttered a soft protest, but he held up his hand. “No. Don’t protest. You’ll do them. You have no choice. All the girls here have learned that. It can be easy, or hard. That will be your only choice. Now get cleaned up and report for dinner.”

Still nude, on wobbly legs she went directly to the room assigned her, a suite really, with a huge round bed, large walk-in closets, and sumptuous bath. Laid out on the bed, was a beautiful full-length gown, heels and a peril necklace. No underwear. She took a long hot shower, washed the fat man’s cum from her hair, and put the new clothes on. They fit perfectly. She piled her hair on her head, and thought she looked as if she were headed out for a date at a fine restaurant.
There were four others at the table when she arrived; Master and three beautiful females; one about her age, one a little older, and one dark-skin girl about fourteen. All were dressed similar to her, and were already seated. They were apparently waiting on her arrival. One large chair was vacant so she went to it and prepared to sit. Then she paused, staring down. In the center of the padded seat was a four-inch silicone cock – sticking straight up. She glanced at Master and saw one eyebrow rise slightly, instantly remembering what he’d said in the fat man’s bedroom. She had no choice. She belonged to him now.

Carefully, she raised her long dress and eased herself down onto the dildo. That was easy because her vulva lips were still swollen from Mr Kapp’s battering only a short time before. The protrusion was made of a soft velvety substance and obviously had wires running through it because if felt instantly warm – not an altogether unpleasant sensation. The dark maid, who’d met them at the door earlier, rolled in plates of food on a cart, placing them in front of each guest, beginning with Master. Cleo took her clue from the others, only taking a bite once Master had started eating.

“I trust you find your room to standards,” he said, smiling slightly, staring at her. He had large thick lips and teeth that literally gleamed in his ink-black face.

“Yes . . . Master,” she replied.

The rubber cock inside her, begin moving in a slow insistent rotation, causing her to suck in a startled breath. “I hope all of you are comfortable,” Chapman continued, as though unnoticing. “I really trust none of you will embarrass me at the dinner table. I like my girls to act like ladies while dining.” He smiled, but this time it looked more sinister.