Til Death Us Do Part – by Corinan

2017 best sex stories: Til Death Us Do Part – by Corinan. Boy meets girl in surreal circumstances. They become close, but not for long. We’d been close ever since we met. It wasn’t long after that I knew we’d spend the rest of our lives together. His name is Luke. My name is Yasmin.

2017 best sex stories: Til Death Us Do Part

by Corinan

Fantasm, Cannibalism

I could feel his cock still inside of me. Not deeply inside, that wasn’t possible in the position we were in, but I could feel him. I tensed my pelvic muscles around his shaft and pushed myself a little further onto him, albeit weakly, not to try to get off again – I knew I wouldn’t cum again – no, just to let him know I was still with him. I felt very sleepy. It wouldn’t be long now.

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I wasn’t certain how long I’d known him; only that it was long as it had been since I woke up in that small, square white-tiled room with him lying asleep on a couch, a few feet opposite mine. We were both naked, and neither of us had a strand of hair from the neck down. Once I’d gotten over the initial shock of our surroundings, I wanted to know what the fuck was going on. So I started screaming – and banging on the metal door that held us captive. That woke him.

He gazed around blearily, much as I had done when I woke. “Hey” I said, as I turned to look at him.
He patted his chest, thighs and, arms in puzzlement, and then looked up at me, as he sat up. “Where are my fucking clothes, what have you done with them….who are you… where are your fucking clothes, my pubes, where the fuck are we….fuck” – all came out in only a semi-coherent stream. I shrugged. He got up and joined me in hammering on the door, demanding answers, or at the very least some attention from outside. But nothing, nada, zilch, not a sound from anywhere else.

Its pretty deflating doing that, not to mention tiring, especially without any response. After all, what’s the point if there’s no one to hear you. Besides, my wrists and fists were starting to hurt. So I stopped and sat back down on my couch.
“Don’t fucking stop”, he yelled, as he continued hammering against the solid metal.
As he carried on angrily, I got a good look at him. Not facially handsome, but not ugly. Not overly muscled. Tall, neither fat, nor lean, dark blonde hair, ordinary really. Bit like me, I suppose. Although I’m only just over 5 feet tall.
“There’s no point, there’s no one gonna come” I said calmly.
He just carried on. I smiled as I noticed his cock slapping across his groin as his legs braced to put more force into hammering on the door.
“What you smiling at, we gotta get out of here”.
“Just give it a rest, you’ll hurt your wrists. I’m Yasmin”
He kicked the door one final time, then stopped, sighed and walked the couple of feet to sit down on his couch, almost directly opposite me. Our knees were nearly touching, as we looked each other up and down. It was only then that I became acutely aware of our nudity, so I closed my legs. He did the same, but that just left his prick poking out the top of his closed groin. At least us women can hide our lower modesty. I did consider trying to hide my tits, but decided there was no point. I guessed he’d already seem them in all their glory.

“Luke”. He reached over to shake my hand. I reciprocated. “I would ask what’s a nice guy like you doing in a dump like this..but” I said. He laughed.

We spent the next while just talking. He was a research scientist, mid-thirties. Single, just out of a long-term relationship. She’d taken the dog, left him with the mortgage.

Turned out we lived in the same city, and had been leaving the same shopping mall late last night. Well, I think it was last night, I really had no idea. Nor did he. The last thing we could remember was walking to our cars, in the dark, near deserted parking lot. Then, he recalled a sharp pain in his neck. But that was it, until my commotion woke him. I leaned across to check his neck. There was a small red pin prick. He checked me over too. Same.

“Hey, you don’t think we’ve been captured by some mad scientists” he mused.

“Or maybe aliens….and they’re going to perform wild sex experiments on us. Perhaps they’re expecting us to fuck? Why else would a naked man and woman be kept…..”

I was brought to silence by the sound of the door sliding open. Luke put his index finger to his lips, and crept up beside it.

“Male, be seated and you won’t be harmed”. Whoever or whatever was behind the door knew he’d moved. I guess we were being watched.

“I repeat….be seated otherwise you will be hurt and so will the female”. The door had opened enough to reveal two figures dressed in black overalls – humans, one male one female. Each carried what looked like a cattle prod. I beckoned to Luke to come sit back down. The figures came in and stood next to each of us, cattle prods held menacingly. A deep female voice came from the door opening.

“Stand up, follow us. Now.”

The speaker was also dressed in black, Tall, thin, a rough looking, cruel face was topped by a short black mop of her. Faces like that are usually a mask for an equally cruel personality. I looked at Luke. Motioned him to stay put.

“Smart move, female. Do as you’re told and you won’t be harmed. Trust me, those two will take great pleasure in using those things. And there won’t be a lot I can do to stop them.”

“Right, who the fuck….”. Luke screamed and bent double as his minder touched his leg with her prod. I winced but stayed put.
“That’s just a taster, male. Now, let’s go”, the boss commanded.

I instinctively went to help Luke. My minder raised his prod. I pulled back, as he escorted me outside, cattle prod at the ready. Luke and his escort followed. I just hoped he wouldn’t do anything stupid. Lets just go along with this for now.

The boss walked us a short distance up a white tiled and brightly lit corridor, then opened a door. We were pushed inside.

“Stand over there”, she said, pointing at a white wall with two shower heads. “Under the shower heads, one each. Don’t say a word or try anything. These things hurt even more under water”. With that the showers started and we were cajoled towards the water. “Now wash”.

We stood in silence just occasionally glancing at each other as we rinsed ourselves off. No soap, just hands and water.
“Everywhere, especially your genitals and asses”.

I raised my leg up and ran my hand between my legs, paying particular attention to my vulva and round to my anus. I found myself sensitive to my own touch, the first time in this whole escapade that I found myself getting turned on. My nipples were hardening. I looked across at Luke. Seems the same thing was happening to him. His cock was thickening and rising, his foreskin receding as he washed himself. He turned away. I caught a sadistic smile on boss ladys face.

“Female, here, move” she beckoned to a white spot to her side. My minder approached me, prod at the ready. I complied. I stood on the white tile.

“95, 5 feet 1” she called out.

She then motioned me to turn to face the wall. Aware of the potential for pain on my still wet body, I did as directed. Boss lady yanked my arms behind my back, and shackled them at the wrists. She then knelt down, spread my legs by about a foot, and put a spreader bar between my ankles to keep them that way. Next came a mouth gag. I resisted to begin with, but felt the prongs of my minder’s weapon on my buttocks. I accepted it. Finally, boss bitch ran her hand between my legs. “You worthless piece of meat….you’re soaking”. She sneered.

I was stood to one side as Luke got the same treatment as I had.

“5 11, 180”. Boss lady reached between his legs; I saw and felt his wince.

“Perfect, lets go”.

Walking was a challenge; with our legs spread, we shuffled the short distance to the single wooden door on the far wall.

“When you get out there, you stand still. If someone touches you, you take it. My colleagues here will be watching and close by. They won’t be afraid to use those things even in front of our guests. In fact, our guests might just enjoy watching you squirm”.

I still hadn’t worked out what was going on. But I had a feeling I was about to descend into the world of sexual slavery.
“Right, get moving….”.

Our minders ushered us through the door onto what looked like a small stage. Arrayed in front of the stage were three circular tables, each with a white cloth over it. Each table had a number of well-dressed people at it – all ages, really. I desperately tried to avoid eye contact with any of them, but it wasn’t easy as bitch lady lifted my head up to face the audience.
“Ladies and gentlemen, our guests, please feast your eyes on this evening’s delicacies. One male, one female. You may, of course, come and inspect them. They are here for your pleasure”.

She stepped aside. I could feel my minder stood behind me, “Just do as you’re told, and I won’t get to use this. The slightest thing though, and believe me…it’ll hurt….a lot” he whispered into my ear. His breath stunk. Fucking sadist, I thought, but I was getting more and more turned on at the prospect of being used like this.

The guests had now started to get up from their seats. Two, from the middle table, a late middle aged man and woman, mounted the stage via the small steps at the front.

“Hello babe, and what have we here” the man sneered and licked his lips as he approached me. He put one hand on my left tit. I avoided his eyes. He was considerably taller than me. Aware of my minder behind me, and increasingly eager to please, I pushed my tit forward into his hand; he squeezed it, then placed his other hand between my legs.

“You are excited aren’t you, bitch? This kinda thing get you off?” I wanted to shout that I wasn’t a cheap whore, but the gag and the minder’s presence stopped me. I felt his fingers part my pussy lips, and enter me, slowly at first, then he started to pump his fingers in and out.

Jeez, I’m going to cum, I thought.

He nuzzled forward, bent lower and sucked my right tit. I felt his thumb rub my clit, whilst his fingers inside me found my G-spot. My breathing rate increased rapidly, and I felt my legs start to weaken as my orgasm arrived. I thrust my tits on to his mouth and hand, and ground my cunt around his fingers and thumb. I yelled a muffled scream through the gag; I wriggled, not really wanting more but at the same time desperate for it. Then suddenly he stopped, withdrew his fingers from my body.