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Kendall and Veronica Go To Kinks Castle	By : Deadman Category: S through Z > Veronica Mars Views: 3051 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Hmm, what to do with her...

Sitting on my bed, I absently twirl my riding crop in my hand as I think.

What to do with her next. I've already done a lot with her. I fucked her cute little ass. I humiliated her, degraded her, and made her feel like a dirty little cunt for enjoying it. I've even spanked the little blonde bitch. But somehow I don't quite feel like she's entirely at my command yet. Something about the way she acts makes me wonder if she had the chance to rat me out and get away with everything, would she? I can't have that hovering over my head. She has to be completely broken. Completely at my mercy, ready to fulfill my every wish without question.

And I don't have that yet, not completely. She still has some sliver of self respect left in her and I have to find a way to break that. Some way to bring her down and keep her down. On her knees, exactly where I like her.

My feet are under me quickly when I decide to pace to figure it out.

What can I do to her? What nasty degrading thing can I make her do that will destroy any thought she has of defying me? It has to be something terrible. Something that will hit her right where it hurts. I could take her through another round in my play room again. I've still got three or four more things in it that I haven't put her through yet. Maybe I could strap her to the X table and fuck her senseless. That would humiliate her pretty badly.

But I don't think it would do what I'm after. She's already seen the table, and the rest of the things in my play room. Bringing her in there again just wouldn't have the same kind of effect it did the first time I introduced her to it. She'd still be able to hold on to her self-respect that way. So where can I fuck her that would hurt her? There has to be some place in this ten acre home that could rob her of whatever little spark she has left. A place that would really hit her where she...

A smile comes over my face as I realize what I have to do, turning towards my nightstand where my cell phone is.

That's it. That's exactly what I have to do to break her down completely.

Picking up my cell phone, I open it and dial her number. The phone rings repeatedly and I can just see her staring at her cell phone caller id with a look of dread on her face. After a while, she finally picks it up.

"Hello..."

Mmm, gotta love the fear in her voice that she's desperate to hide.

"Where are you Veronica?"

It takes her a while to respond.

"At school, in the cafeteria."

"Go home... I'll be there in an hour."

Then I hang up the phone and get ready for my visit to the Mars residence.

* * *
My car stops in one of the free spaces in front of the apartment building where my little bitch lives. Getting out of my car, I walk around to my trunk and open it up. Then I take out my bag of toys and close the trunk door, setting the car alarm before making my way up to her cute little apartment.

This is perfect. There's no way she'll defy me after what I'm about to do to her. People always say that home is where the heart is, which makes this the best place to strike to finally break what's left of the defiance in her.

Eventually, I get to the front door of what I'm pretty sure is her apartment and knock. There's nothing but silence on the other end for a while. But then I hear noise on the other side of the door and I know the fun is about to begin. Standing up as straight as I can in my long black trench coat, I let the smile on my face widen with the anticipation.

I'm about to have a whole lot of fun.

The door finally opens, revealing the cute little blonde with the look of dread I've come to enjoy on her face. She quickly hides it though and puts up a brave face to try and keep appearances.

"What?"

Ooh, such a strong tone. She's really trying to hold together.

"Hello Veronica. Are you going to invite me in?"

Long moments of silence pass where she tries to keep up her strong front, but after what I've done to her, I know it won't last. She soon rolls her eyes and steps out of the doorway, giving me entrance. I walk right in and begin checking the place out, small and middle class as it is, it's actually kinda nice.

So far so good... she invited me in willingly.

Veronica shuts the door firmly without slamming it and I turn around to face her.

"Would it have mattered if I'd said no?"

My smile turns into a grin.

"Not really, but it would be rude of me not to ask."

The petite little blonde in front of me kinda looks off to the side for a second while answering.

"Yeah, right."

Hmm, so defiant today. I'm betting she's figured out what's about to happen and she doesn't like it. She knows what it means and she knows she can't do anything to really stop it. I suppose I should start things off then.

"Now Veronica, you know that's not the right way to be speaking to me."

She moves into a defensive posture, folding her arms over her chest.

"Look, if you're gonna force me to do this again then fine... but could we do it somewhere else maybe? Somewhere that isn't my home? I'll follow you back to your place if you want."

She really is a pretty smart girl.

Slowly, I make my way across the distance between us to stand right up close, dropping my bag on the way and looking her right in the eye.

"Young lady, it's because you don't want it to be here that we have to do it here."

Her immediate reaction is to look away when the anger comes over her. That makes me smile and I reach out with three fingers and bring her face back to mine.

"Now take off your clothes for me."

She glares at me when I step back to enjoy the view she's about to give me. A long moment of hesitation is obvious on her face before she finally reaches down and pulls her pale green t-shirt over her head and off. The shirt hits the floor and then she stands there in her white cotton bra and her knock off denim jeans. Uncomfortably, she wraps her arms around her midriff and glances around the room randomly.

Good, it's working.

"Come on Veronica, you know that's not all I'm looking for."

My little blonde sleuth takes a second to start unbuckling her belt and undoing her pants. She stops short of pulling them down.

"What's wrong? Do you need help or something?"

"Seriously now, I'll play whatever sick game gives you a happy... as long as we can do it somewhere else."

Listen to that, she's trying very hard not to come off as desperate, but it's coming through just fine.

Walking back over to my bag, I lean down and open it up, fishing through it to find my riding crop. Once I find it, I stand back up and look at Veronica, slapping the end of it on my palm to test it.

"You're being a very bad girl Veronica. I think you need to be taught a lesson."

There's sharp intake of breath from her before she starts fumbling with her pants in a panic to take them off.

"No, no I'm sorry. I... I didn't mean to..."

She quickly lets them drop to the floor. The sight of her standing there in her cute little white cotton bra and panties, makes me wanna bend her over and fuck her right there.

But that comes later. For now she needs to learn her lesson.

"You may not have meant to, but you did. Now... turn around and get down on your knees so you're facing the living room."

She hesitates for a second before slowly doing as I say.

I have to admire a girl who looks that good, at least without a regular work out schedule. Hmm, I may have to find her time for that soon.

When the bitch is finally on the floor, I walk up behind her. With a swift smack, I bring the riding crop down on the bare part of her ass, making her yelp in pain.

"Why don't you crawl your way over to the coffee table for me?"

Veronica starts to look around at her apartment but doesn't move an inch. So I bring the crop down on her ass again, getting another yelp out of her.

"Ow, sorry..."

She really doesn't like what's happening to her here. Good.

Her crawling starts out slow and I smack her on the ass again. She just barely holds back from yelling out this time then looks up from the floor.

"Don't be sorry... just do as you're told."

This time she moves quickly across the floor, stopping in front of the coffee table, exactly where I want her. I slowly make my way over to her, making her wait as long as possible for me. Being who she is though, she gets antsy and decides to speak up.

"You don't... have to hurt me you know. I'm... I'm sorry for..."

She twitches and holds back a yelp as I bring the crop down on her hot, tight little ass again.

"What did I tell you about being sorry?"

The little bitch lowers her head submissively.

"Sorry..."

Again I bring the crop down on her ass, harder this time, and she twitches even worse than before. My iPod girl turns her head back to look and see if there's another smack of the crop coming. Sure enough, I don't disappoint, the thin stick of the crop landing so perfectly on her ass that she lets out a full yelp this time.

Mmm, like music to my ears.

"Now, lean over the coffee table."

She has a bit of trouble getting on because of the pain I've inflicted on her ass, but she does it.

Here's where the fun begins.

"That's good. You're being very good by doing what you're told. But you've also done some very bad things, and you need to be punished for that."

Her body tightens at the prospect of what I'm about to do and I can't help but get a little turned on by it.

Such a hot, tight little body she has on her. It's got me so hot for her.

With a quick swing of the crop, I bring it down on her ass, making her jerk forward in pain.

"You've been a bad girl Veronica Mars..."

My crop comes down on her ass again, causing her to jerk forward and yelp just a little bit.

"Haven't you?"

Before she can answer, I hit her with the crop and she jerks again. She grips the edge of her coffee table to keep steady.

Well, at least she's learned to stay still when I punish her.

"N... no..."

Ooh, good, she's still got some spunk in her.

I put a little more swing into the crop when I hit her perfect little ass again.

"I said you've been a very bad girl, haven't you Veronica Mars?"

This time I bring it down on her plump little butt cheek with as much power as I can muster without doing any serious damage. She cries out this time, and I think I made her cry just a little.

Good, maybe I'll get the right answer out of her this time.

"Y-Yes..."

That's what I wanted to hear.

Veronica yelps when I hit her on the butt with the crop again.

"I... I'm sorry... Miss... Mistress... what, did I do?"

Oh no, I don't want her focused on pretending this is some kind of game. She'll focus on what I want her to focus on.

"You know what you did you bad little girl."

My cute little bitch twitches when I hit her with the crop.

"And little girls always get punished when they're bad, don't they? Isn't that what your daddy always taught you?"

She hesitates in her answer and I know that the mention of her father is screwing with her head because of where she is. When it starts taking too long for her to answer, I bring the crop down on her steadily reddening ass.

"Isn't it?"

"Uhuh, y-yes..."

With a swift twist of my wrist, I spank her with the crop again, though with less power than the previous ones.

"Yes what?"

Veronica readjusts her knees on the floor.

"Yes... Mistress..."

Hmm...

"Better, but not completely what I want."

She jerks when I hit her with the crop, adding a little more strength to it.

"Yes Mistress what?"

"Yes... Mistress, Casablancas..."

Well, she's trying.

"It's good to hear you calling me that, but it's not what I want to hear. Do you want me to tell you what I want?"

I probably don't need to be this hard on her, but if I want her to obey me properly I need to make sure she understands the punishment for not giving me what I want. To understand what's really happening here.

Again she's forced to readjust herself at the uncomfortable reality of what's happening and where she is.

"Yes... please..."

Ah, begging... we're heading in the right direction. I could hear it in her voice that she's actually interested in giving me what I want, even if it's only to make the crop, and maybe me, go away.

Before I say anything, I hit her with the crop again.

"All right, but you're going to have to learn to know what I want if this is going to keep happening. And don't kid yourself, it will."

Kneeling down next to her and leaning in just behind her, I graze the length of the crop over her ass while I whisper in her ear.

"I want to hear you tell me that your daddy taught you that bad girls get punished."

The feeling of my breath tickling her ear makes her shiver a little bit, and I can't help but smile. It takes her a second to respond, turning her head slightly to look at me.

"My... daddy, taught me that... bad, girls... get punished."

"I thought so."

Gently, I pat her on the tailbone with the length of the crop. Then I slowly glide the crop down between the widening gap between her ass cheeks over her panties, brushing her puckered little hole on the way to the real prize. To my delight, I can feel the wetness staining her fabric.

Just what I was hoping for...

"Getting wet for your Mistress are you? That's a very good girl Veronica."

I get back up to my feet and stand a little to the side and behind her.

You know, I think I'd like a taste of her. She tastes very sweet and it'll be humiliating for her to make her cum in her own home. All I need is the right place to do it. I can't have everything happen in the living room.

Looking around the main room of the Mars apartment, I search for a good place to eat some...

Oh that's it, it's perfect.

With both hands on either end of the crop, I aim it at the plump round ass cheeks in front of me before releasing it, stinging the beautiful things. She jerks in pain and surprise because of it.

"Turn around for me, would ya my little iPod girl?"

Veronica gets off the coffee table and turns herself around on her hands and knees until she's facing the same way I am. Taking off my coat and dropping it on the coffee table next to the little slut, I watch her reaction as she looks at what I'm wearing. The look on her face betrays her while I readjust the half cup bra of my red and black corset. Most of the corset is black, with a dark red stripe along both sides. Dark red strings are laced along the front, tied at the top to keep it secure with my nice big tits pushing against it. With her eyes on me, she doesn't see the crop coming down on her ass. I point the crop to the bar table.

"Up..."

Her eyes drop in shame when she jerks at the pain. She says something very low.

"You could've just asked."

She's probably hoping I didn't hear that. But I think I'll let it slide for now. I want her to keep a little bit of that spunk of hers, makes it more fun to play.

"What's that Veronica?"

As I look down at her for a response, I can see her tense up.

"Nothing... Mistress..."

"That's what I thought."

Besides, what I'm about to do to her will definitely get her playing along nicely.

"Now, I want you to crawl your cute little ass over into the kitchen for me."

With the end of the crop, I point over to where the kitchen is. She looks up at me, a bit confused.

"W-why?"

"Because, there's only one proper place to eat something and that's at the kitchen table like a good little girl. Now go already."

My little bitch keeps looking up at me for a second before starting to make her way across the carpet. Her pace is a bit slow because of the red bruises that are coming along nicely on her ass. I slowly follow behind her, reaching with the crop between her legs, rubbing it against the wetness on her panties. It makes her squirm on her way there.

Mmm, I'm gonna enjoy that in a minute.

We stop right in front of the kitchen table, which is perfect.

"All right little girl, get up on the table for me."

She takes a deep breath and looks up at me confused.

"W-why?"

Rolling my eyes at her, I sigh heavily. Then I turn to her and lean forward to look down at her like the bitch that she is.

"I'm really going to have to teach you to pay more attention my little iPod girl."

I hold out my hand to her and after looking down at it for a second she reaches out and takes it with her own. When she does that, I squeeze it firmly and start to stand up, telling her to stand up with me. She slowly does as she's silently instructed. Her eyes stay on me almost obediently when she gets upright, so I guide her hand over to the tabletop of the breakfast bar and place it flat against it. With a tilt of my head, I indicate for her to do what I've already told her to do.

"Get up there on your hands and knees and show your ass to me you little slut."

Veronica does as she's told slowly, and a bit reluctantly.

Mmm, her soaked panties may say more than her words or her face ever will, but I'm
starting to see it in her eyes just how much she's enjoying the humiliating things I'm telling her to do.

She climbs up onto the table, her reddened, partially panty covered ass presented to me as she gets on her hands and knees. The sight of her nice, ripe ass in front of me almost forces me to give it a light slap, much to her discomfort.

I think I've waited long enough. About time I taste her.

Slowly, I bring my hands up to the waistband of her panties and peel it down off her hips. The feeling of her exposed skin making her twitch a bit but she manages to stay in place. Her pussy is exposed to the cool air as I pull her panties down. It isn't long before they get down to about her knees and she lifts them ever so slightly, giving me the opportunity to take them off completely. I can feel the dampness of her panties in my hand as I crumple them into my fist. Taking a whiff, I enjoy the smell.

"You're starting to become such a good little girl, you know that Veronica?"

Then I reach forward with the panties in hand.

"Why don't you smell how good a girl you're being?"

She turns her head with a confused look and comes face to fabric with her own wet panties. It makes her sorta twitch in disgust but she holds herself back from voicing that feeling. The sight makes me smile.

"Go ahead..."

My little bitch hesitates for a second but eventually cranes her neck enough to get a whiff of it. She frowns at it, and almost does it at me before catching herself.

"Like I said, you're being a good little iPod girl."

I drop the panties on the counter for later and turn my attention to what's in front of me, putting both hands on either of her ass cheeks and spreading them out to expose her pussy to me.

"And good girls always get a nice treat."

With that, I lean in and take a long lick of the length of her pussy. She takes in a sharp breath and twitches slightly at the touch of my tongue on her sensitive skin.

Mmm... I'm beginning to like the taste of her.

A little more of a grip from my hands spreads her open even more when I take another lick, taking the time to really enjoy the juices that are coming out of her. What my tongue's doing to her forces her to readjust her weight on the hard stone of the breakfast bar's table top to try and get comfortable with her tensing muscles.

Can't let her get too comfortable...

Letting go of one of her ass cheeks with my right hand, I reach down between her legs and find her clit with my thumb. Gently brushing against it, she twitches and gasps at the contact, forcing her to readjust her position again.

There we go...

I lean in again, the scent of her getting stronger as I take one of her folds between my teeth gently and suck on it before letting it pop out of my mouth. After that I start to move my thumb against her clit in a circle while I lick and suck at the hot little blonde pussy in front of me. Her body responds to every touch of my tongue, making her squirm and push back a little in her place on top of the bar. A couple audible gasps and moans escape from her before the way her muscles are tensing up makes her drop to her forearms and eventually her head is on its side and her chest is flat against the breakfast bar. That pushes her ass into the air more and gives me full access to her sweet tasting pussy.

Her hips move against my pussy eating in order to force more contact, so I let go of her ass with my other hand and pull my head away from what I was doing to her, replacing it with the gentle caress of my fingers. The way she moans more obviously now at the loss of my tongue lets me know I have her where I want her.

"You like that?"

She lets out a partial complaint moan at my question and not much more when I increase the contact of my fingers on her pussy, getting them a little juicy. So I pull my hand away from her pussy quickly and bring it down firmly on her ass, gripping it tightly when I do.

"Answer me properly would you? I don't think I heard that. What did you say?"

Another more pleading moan of complaint escapes her before she actually responds.

"I... yes..."

Massaging her cute little ass, I let her know that I'm looking for more.

"Yes what? Do you want more?"

Her weight shifts as she readjusts her position on the bar and lets out a half-moan.

"Yes, M-mistress I... I want more."

My other hand pulls away from her clit and I grab her ass firmly with both hands.

"Good, then work for it. Turn over on your back."

It takes her a second to get back up to all fours and look at me.

"I... what?"

I let go of her ass and motion for her to turn over.

"Get on your back."

The little blonde detective does as she's told, confused, turning over so she can lie down on her back, hands flat against the cold marble top, knees in the air. Grabbing her ankles, I pull them off the table so her legs are dangling off the edge.

"That's fine."

Then I slowly start to mount her, climbing up onto the table with her. She shifts under me, unsure what's about to happen next. Eventually we get face to face and I smile down at her confused expression.

Seems like she wants to ask a question, I bet I know what the answer is.

"You probably eat breakfast at this table don't you?"

My bitch doesn't say anything as she's suddenly very conscious of where she is again. I smile and climb up on my knees the rest of the way up Veronica's body. I position my knees on either side of her head right where I want them. With one hand, I push my damp panties out of the way of my pussy so she can see it from where she is.

"You might as well eat pussy at it too."

She squirms under me as I lower myself down onto her face.

With how hot she's been making me doing what she's told, I'm sure she can't smell much other than what's in front of her now. And I'm betting she's forced herself to like that smell by now.

The blonde iPod fanatic under me lets out one of those half-moans of protest.

"Please..."

Looking down at her, I see a pleading look in her eyes.

"You don't have to beg to eat this pussy. I've already told you to. So get to it."

"Please, I... I don't..."

I let out something of a frustrated sigh as I use one hand to reach down and slip my middle finger into my pussy, snapping the clasp button of my black satin panties, coating it with my juices and making me feel good at the same time. Then I pull the finger out of my pussy and bend at the waist till my perfect ass is hovering over her tits and use my finger to wipe my juices all over her lips. She twitches a little, trying to ignore the feeling of the juices so close to being swallowed. I wait a few seconds and when she still resists I bring my finger to her lips and push it into her mouth to almost no resistance as she seems to suck on it almost instinctively.

Aww, she looks like a little baby sucking on a soother.

After a few seconds I pull my finger out of her mouth and tap her on the cheek with the hand that just had its finger in her mouth like a mommy congratulating her little girl.

"Good girl..."

Pulling myself back up to my knees and putting my pussy in her face again.

"Now eat it from the source."

With some hesitation, I see her wrap her arms around my thighs and I take that as my cue to lower my pussy a little further into her face. It isn't long before I feel her tongue on my pussy, if only for a second. The touch makes me tighten up just a little already.

"Oh yeah, now you're getting it."

There's a long pause where nothing happens and I know I'm gonna have to give her a little extra incentive. Her hair feels silky in my hand as I grab her by it and force her head a little closer to my pussy.

"Don't be afraid of it, you know it's good for you."

My hips twitch a bit as I feel her tongue against my pussy lips again, this time letting herself taste and touch the wetness that's growing there the more she uses it on me. Each lick gets more and more bold and I start to tense up as what she's doing turns me on more. The way she starts to suck on my lips with her own brings me closer to what I know is coming.

"That's right, eat me... eat my pussy real good."

I feel her tongue brush itself against my clit and I gasp, being pushed even closer to the brink.

"Mmm... yeah, make mommy proud... eat that pussy good."

Hearing the word `mommy' makes her twitch slightly trying to stop what she's doing but I grip her hair a little tighter, keeping her face firmly in front of my pussy so she's forced to keep going with her tongue. She readjusts herself under me, bringing her hands higher up on my thighs as she does, but keeps doing what she's doing to me.

Every touch of her tongue pushes me closer and closer to what's coming. My hips start to move with the way her tongue plays with my clit. The longer she eats me, the more I grind my hips into her face. Feeling my muscles tighten every time the roughness of her tongue brushes against my lower lips, I lean forward, putting one hand down on the table so I can squat down further onto her face. Eventually letting go of her hair because I have her pinned down with my pussy, each lick makes me grind harder.

"Oh... fuck... get in there..."

I can feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter and I look down to see her face and hair wet with my juices. Her eyes look up at me as I grind her face in rhythm with her tongue.

Mmm... she's getting good at this. She'll be an expert in no time if she keeps this up. A little more training and she'll be my perfect little slut.

"Get in there good."

She seems to respond to my encouragement/command by sticking her tongue out more and doing her best to fuck me with it.

"God, damn... "

I'm giving up way too much power, letting her push me to the edge on her own terms.

I grab her by her wrists, pulling them off my thighs and standing on my knees so my pussy isn't in her face. She looks up at me with a somewhat begging look in her eyes.

There we go, now we know who's in control don't we?

Her hands are forced down to the kitchen table by mine. Despite a powerful need to get off, I try to stay focused on the goal.

She has to know that I own her completely. That she will do what I want her to do, when I want her to do it... where I want it.

"Hands..."

I squeeze her wrists tightly for a moment before releasing them completely.

"Above your head..."

My little iPod bitch stares at me, slightly confused. The look on her face makes me grab her by the throat just below the jaw with one hand, using the other to reach behind me and smack her right tit as hard as I can in this position. She whimpers a bit and squirms just as much, trying not to complain the way she's been told. When she doesn't do as she's told fast enough to my liking, I smack her left tit with a backhand.

"Don't make me repeat myself."

The blonde detective starts to move her arms under me to bring them up above her head and I grab her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, pinching it. Watching my bitch squirm at the pain but resist the urge to complain, she finally brings her arms up over her head and I let go of her neck to bring her wrists together. I move back down her body slightly to look her in the eyes as I hold her down. There's a mixture of confusion and desire on her pussy juice soaked face as I lean down to come face to face with the slut I know will soon be my complete bitch.

"Good girl... you do that pretty well you know that? And I'm going to make sure that you're an expert before too long. But right now?"

I kiss her as hard and as deeply as I can, tasting my juices on her while I do, the total vulnerability of her situation obvious in the way she tries to kiss me back. Pushing my tongue into her mouth, we start to French kiss, sucking on each other's tongues and making her arch her back into me, our nipples brushing back and forth while we do. Eventually, I pull back, sucking her tongue out of her mouth in the process. She licks her lips as she stares into my eyes with even more desire and confusion.

"You're going to get me off another way."

She watches me intently while I lean into her more, pressing my weight down on her and forcing her arms to stretch with me as I keep my little bitch's hands above her head. I let the seconds tick by as the confusion and desire seems to grow in her by leaps and bounds.

That's it... feel it in you. Feel that need to finish what you started. That need to please me in whatever way I tell you.

Her eyes leave mine and dart around the room quickly before the little extra weight I put on her small, slender body makes her turn it back to me.

Feel it right here in the middle of one of the only places you feel safe.

There's a bit of a whimper from her as she shifts under my weight and I hear a stutter in her voice when she speaks.

"H-h-how... M-mistress?"

And I didn't even have to force it out of her.

"I'm so glad you asked."

I watch the flood of emotions that run across her face in uncertain anticipation of what I'll make her do next.

"Open your mouth..."

She does as she's told almost instantly.

"Stick out your tongue."

There's a slight hesitation in her need to do as she's told, but she does it. I flick her tongue with my own but she manages to keep it out like I asked. After a few moments, I take my hands off her wrists to pull myself back up onto my hands and knees above her.

"Stay..."

My slut of a detective barely moves a muscle while I stand on my knees again and position my pussy over her face. Looking down at her, I can just barely see the look in her eyes as she stares up at me, confused again.

"You keep that fire-y tongue of yours out... or I'm going to have to punish you."

Without bothering to wait for her to respond, I lower myself onto her face and feel the tongue push its way into my pussy as far as it can go. It's not quite as deep or as fulfilling as a nice long cock, but it'll do the job. Slowly, I start to move up and down on her tongue with my hips.

Mmm, now that's the stuff.

Gripping the edge of the table firmly, I build a bit of a rhythm to get some decent feeling from the roughness of her tongue. It doesn't take long to get close, the work she did a few moments ago I haven't quite come down from yet. My breathing quickens the more my pace does, letting her tongue deeper into me with every squat onto her face. My knees start to feel a bit of the burn and I sit on her face, moving my hips a bit to get some friction. With one hand still holding the edge of the breakfast bar, I use my other one to play with my clit, the feeling pushing me closer and closer to my climax. She wiggles her tongue as much as she can in her position, her hands still firmly above her head.

"Oh yeah, that's a good girl..."

Every part of my body tenses. I feel my nipples harden as that great feeling we both know is coming inches closer. My eyes drop to look at the little blonde plaything I have between my legs, watching the confusion, panic and desire run through her head in the way she looks back.

"Make me cum all over your face."

The way she looks at me forces me so close to the edge that I just can't hold it back and I cum. My body shivering and shuddering with every second that passes and she keeps up the movement of her tongue which keeps it going for a few more seconds. My toes curl when I start to come down off the high of climaxing, slowly releasing my grip on the edge of the breakfast bar and that lets me sit back on her chest slightly to feel the calm that comes after.

"Mmm..."

A rush of emotions goes through her eyes, her face and hair even more wet with all the cum she just received.

"Now that's what I'd call a balanced breakfast..."

I move my way down her body so I can lie on top of her and look her directly in the eyes. As I watch the fear and confusion give way a little to desire, I brush her hair out of her face and take a lick of my own cum on her cheek.

"Don't you think?"

She stares up at me, a fight between what she wants to say and what she knows I want her to say going on behind her eyes.

"I..."

After a few seconds, she licks her lips clean of my cum.

"Very... tasty..."

Her eyes quickly turn from desire to shame and I can't help but smile.

I think she actually means it. It might just be time to finally put her in her place.

Reaching out to her again, I clear some more hair away from her face, almost lovingly to screw with her head. The blonde slut shifts under me, her hips pushing up into mine and I grind back into her, forcing them back down to the porcelain countertop. I kiss her as deeply as I can, pushing my tongue into her mouth and tasting myself on her.

Eventually I pull back, her need obvious in the fact that she cranes her neck to keep the kiss going as long as she can. But I grab her by the throat and have to push her back down, pretty forcefully, to the top of the breakfast bar. After a few moments, I crawl my way off of her and get back on my feet, my shoes clicking slightly on the floor tiles. I walk over to where my bag is and pick it up.

"Let's take this into the bedroom."

My little iPod bitch pulls herself up by her elbows to look at me from her perch on the breakfast bar. Despite the way she stutters, there's a certain amount of resignation in her voice.

"W-what... I..."

I reach out with my free hand and curl my finger at her to come off the table.

"Your bedroom... I want to fuck you in it."

She watches me for a second, wondering how serious I am about this, worried about what I'm asking means for her, but knowing that with everything that's happened, she can't really say no to me anymore. Her eyes drop and she starts to move off the breakfast bar towards me. As soon as she's standing on the ground, she lowers her head submissively and becomes very self-conscious about her situation.

"I..."

She stops, not sure how to respond to me. I reach into one of the smaller side pockets of my bag and pull out an elastic hair tie. Holding out the hand with the elastic in it, she walks up to me as I beckon her closer with it. When she gets close enough, I hold the elastic out to her.

"Tie your hair back for me."

For a moment, she watches my face as I keep my expression firm and commanding.

I can almost see all the little comments that are running through her head. All the ways that she wants to insult me and make me out to be some horrible villain. But she can't. Some part of her knows that it'll be over soon.

She takes the hair elastic and finger combs her hair back behind her head, tying it back into a ponytail.

"Good, now go wait for me in your room. I'll be in there in a second."

With a fairly hard pat on the ass, I encourage her to make her way into her room. She yelps at the contact, the redness of her ass still stinging from a few minutes ago. After mostly pain related hesitation, she slowly walks towards her room, going inside and almost closing the door behind her.

"Leave the door open. I won't take long."

When I'm sure she's gone in, I put the bag down and open it up. I fish my way through it and all the different things I'll eventually use on her at some point, eventually grabbing hold of the long, ribbed shaft of my favorite strap on dildo.

It's going to be a pleasure fucking her with this.

I pull the dildo out of my bag and untangle the straps connected to it so that I can put it on.

Both hers and mine, though I'm mostly just interested in my own.

As I step into the harness, I can't help but feel a little tingle of excitement at the prospect of what I'm about to do to her.

I don't really get much pleasure out of doing a girl with this personally, but I just love the way a girl looks when I'm doing her from behind.

Securing the harness tight enough to make sure that the dildo hangs off my hips, I make my way towards the slut's bedroom door.

The way her ass giggles as I pound into her sweet, sweet pussy.

I cross the threshold and I see her, sitting naked on the edge of her dark colored bedspread, her head down and shoulders slumped forward in an almost shameful expression.

It's going to look even hotter when I do it to this little blonde thing.

My eyes trace their way around the room, the simplicity of it being almost cute. The bed on which she sits is up against the nearby wall that opens up the room after the small walkway from the door. On the right wall is a small, modest make up counter with a mirror that's just as modest. There's a decent sized wood dresser on the far wall, which really isn't all that far given how tiny the room is, much like the rest of the apartment.

"So this is where my little pet detective sleeps."

She looks up at me from the bed, a look of defeat still frozen on her features. I make my way over to her, standing above her commandingly, my fake cock hanging just over her nice firm tits. The blonde bitch doesn't look me in the eye as I stand over her, she seems to stare straight at my stomach instead.

"It's nice. It goes with the rest of the apartment."

I reach down and grab her chin with my thumb and forefinger, forcing our eyes to meet between my cleavage.

"Are you ready my little iPod girl?"

The slut detective doesn't even bother responding to me, instead just inching her way back onto the bed submissively.

I could definitely punish her for that, but at this point it's not about breaking her down. She's already broken down. It's about dominating her in her own home. About making sure that she knows, no matter where she is or what she's doing, she'll always have to come back here... to the place where I fucked her brains out.

"It's very nice of you to offer yourself up like that. But I don't want you this way... not yet anyway."

Grabbing her by the right wrist, I pull her to her feet next to her bed. With an outstretched hand, I cup the side of her face to bring her eyes to mine again.

"Undo my corset."

She reaches forward almost without hesitation, grasping the thick shoelace like strands that bind my corset together and undoes the bowtie that ties together between my tits. Her gaze turns back to me as she hesitates to go further but I keep a firm expression and take the hand off her face to enforce my superiority in the situation.

"Take it off me, top to bottom."

The blonde pet detective starts to open up my corset, letting my breasts fall free from their strained prison when it comes down onto the floor. As the pet detective opens the corset up more, her hands brush against my tits and I decide to grab her wrists, guiding them to move up under the corset's bra cups. There's barely a need to tell her what to do as she almost immediately starts to massage my tits.

"Mmm... thatta girl..."

As she grips my breasts more firmly, her nails graze my flesh and I can't help but feel a bit of a tingle at the sensation despite my recent orgasm on her face. The young, nubile thing continues to grope and squeeze my tits while her middle and index fingers part, leaving my nipples exposed, and rubbing against the somewhat firm fabric of the corset. It isn't long however before her middle and index finger close around my exposed nipples and she starts to play with them, pinching and pulling them while she continues to massage the mounds of flesh the hardened nubs are mounted on. What she's doing makes me inhale sharply.

Damn... I gotta get her mouth on these.

I squeeze her wrists and she immediately stops what she's doing, so I pull her hands away and use one of them to make her face her make up table. Stepping up behind her, I wrap my arms around the small blonde's waist and press myself up against her. My pert nipples press against her back and she squirms a little at the fact. With a craning of my neck, I whisper in her ear.

"Go sit down."

There's a defeated sigh to the exhale she lets go before I release her from my arms and she pads her way to the make up table with a chair in front of it. That hot piece of ass I call iPod girl walks up to the chair and pulls it out from under the table. She sits down and yet again I walk up behind her, my half-naked body is visible in the mirror behind her. With her looking on from the mirror, I lean forward and put my arms around her shoulders in what would almost be a hug if she weren't here to be my sex slave.

"You look so beautiful like this. I think I want you to watch while I fuck you..."

Her body shifts under what little weight I've put on the blonde. I stand straight again, walking around my bitch and standing between her and the mirror, facing her.

"But not yet..."

Without another word, I open up my legs enough to make myself comfortable on her lap, my strap-on dildo pressing against her stomach. The petite-ness of her form means that my tits come right up to her face.

"Right now, I want my little pet detective to suck on her mistress' tits."

As I turn myself slightly in her lap, I put my left arm over her shoulders so I can see both her and what's in the mirror, and I use my right hand to cup my right breast and present it to her mouth. She looks up at me for a moment and speaks.

"Yes, Mistress..."

And she leans forward, taking the mound of flesh in front of her and sucking on the most sensitive tip. She starts to use her tongue to play with the nub between her lips. It makes me push my chest into her face. She's almost smothered by my breasts with the way I begin to ride her lap, thrusting my chest into her face every time her tongue flicks at the tip of my areola. I turn my head slightly to focus on the view in the mirror.

God damn that's one hell of a hot sight. Every time her lips wrap themselves around my nipple it's almost like she's French kissing it, like she's trying to make love to it.

I grab her by the hair and she lets go of my nipple, giving me the chance to rest back on her lap. With a firm grasp of her hair, I turn her head towards my left breast and thrust myself forward so that I actually hit her in the face with it when I push forward. She quickly cranes her neck forward, trying to catch it with her lips and then with her tongue before I let her catch it between her teeth. But she doesn't bite it or try to hurt me with the way she tugs at the tip. When she lets it go, her tongue lashes out, playing with the hardened tip of my nipple.

"Just like that..."

Again my eyes turn to the mirror and I watch as she gorges herself on my tit. Every lick, every suck, every time she scrapes or bites at my flesh makes me thrust myself into her again and again.

Mmm... I think that's good enough. I just like to feel a little horny when I do it.

My grip on her hair tightens and she lets go of it, letting me pull back slightly. Looking down at the blonde detective, I watch the shame and desire in her eyes as she watches me, waiting for my next command. I get off her lap and lean against her make up counter, keeping my legs apart, the strap on dildo hanging from my hips.

"Get down on your hands and knees."

The little blonde lowers her head in submission and slides her way down the chair to drop to her knees in front of me. She sits on her calves, her knees apart in a `V' much like the sweet folds that are at the centre of what connects her milky thighs. Her hands drop between her legs, flat on the carpet in front of her, almost like a slim and slender over-sized cat.

Though not quite as uppity and that is a definite positive thing at this point in our `relationship'.

I walk my way around her, moving the chair out of the way a few inches before turning my attention back to her. Crouching down to sit on my heels, I reach out towards her nether regions, feeling the wetness of the folds between her legs.

"Mmm, very good girl..."

As I pull my hand up from her moist centre, I watch her uncertain reaction of pleasure and disappointment that my fingers are gone. I let my fingers move up to where she can see them. Almost out of instinct she assumes what's next and leans forward to lick them clean but I keep them back.

"I want you, to make the cock I'm going to fuck you with as wet as you are right now. Do you understand?"

My pet detective looks at me, then my fingers and somewhat nervously back at me. After a few moments, she nods uncertainly.

"Good girl..."

I watch her for a moment, making sure that she understands before standing up and pulling the chair out, away from the make up table enough that I can get a good look at both of us for what happens next. Sitting in the chair, I drop my hands to my waist palm up as if presenting the stiff dildo to my little slut.

"Now get to it."

She shuffles her way up between my legs, keeping her eyes down on the massive fake cock in front of her, only glancing up at me briefly to make sure that she's doing as she's told while trying to hide the obvious shame and remorse at enjoying her submission to me in her own room. Her hand reaches up and grabs the base of the dildo with her right hand, pulling it down enough to point it at her lips before opening them up and taking it in her mouth.

My eyes take in the sight before me, her almost total submission turning me on as she begins to bob her head up and down on the dildo, turning her head from side to side each time she goes down to try and swallow as much as she can with every downward thrust onto the cock.

Damn... she's got more than just pussy eating skills in her repertoire.

"Looks like Logan has been teaching you some great skills to add to your crime fighting arsenal."

I'm betting there are quite a few guys from her high school days who wouldn't mind getting a piece of this perky little blonde. Maybe I'll go through her yearbook after this is all over and see whose still holding a torch for her, give them a chance to find a little `closure' and have some fun.

I look up into the vanity mirror and see the back of her blonde head bobbing up and down in my lap. It makes me sit back slightly in the chair, appreciating the sight before me.

"Do it with your hands behind your back."

Almost instinctively, she lets go of the dildo and stands on her knees to continue bobbing up and down on the cock. Her hands grip her own wrists. It's not long before she starts to lose control of the dildo in her mouth and I grab either side of her head to steady what she's doing and push her down deeper onto the plastic shaft strapped to my waist. The top of the shaft hits the back of her throat with every thrust downward and I can hear her choking each time she tries to force it deeper. I let her choke for a while before letting her up to breath, watching her spit dribble off her chin and add a little extra saliva to a pretty well glistening strap-on dildo.

"Good girl..."

She looks up at me with reserved appreciation, trying desperately to hold on to some shred of her former self. Leaning forward, I bring our faces nearly parallel, keeping my own slightly above hers to maintain dominance and look down at her.

"You've been a very good girl... it's time to fuck you."

There's a slight shock in her eyes despite knowing that this was coming but she quickly lowers her eyes in submission and a little bit of desire.

"Stand up, and turn to face the mirror."

With almost no hesitation, she stands up in front of me and turns around as I told her. Her still reddened ass is inches from my face. I reach out and grab the petite blonde detective's cheeks with both hands, pushing her a few steps closer to her make-up counter. That gives me enough space to stand up behind her myself, her eyes staring back at me from the mirror with anticipation of what's going to happen next.

I guess it's time to drive the point I've been making for weeks now, home.

With my right foot, I make her spread her feet apart and press two fingers between her shoulder blades.

"Lean forward onto the counter."

My little iPod girl barely resists, leaning forward so her arms are against the wooden counter, presenting her ass to me beautifully. Her eyes drop to the blush, eyeliner and lipstick that cover the counter in front of her, things that she uses almost every day. I let her look over her belongings for a few seconds to let the reality of her surroundings set in before doing anything.

"Look at me."

She looks into the mirror and our eyes meet briefly only to have her lower them submissively.

"Keep looking at me."

She brings her eyes back to mine hesitantly.

"I want to look you in the eye when I fuck you."

Her body tenses at the order.

"Is that understood, my little pet detective?"

"Yes, Mistress..."

I reach out and grab her hip firmly with my left hand, using my right to step up behind her and press the head of the strap-on to her pussy lips. It makes her gasp in pleasure at the sensation, taking her eyes off me.

And I told her to keep an eye on me.

My hand on her hip grips her a little more tightly and I move the dildo off her pussy, much to her disappointment.

"I said I wanted to look you in the eye as I fucked you."

Again I lean forward, pressing myself against her as much as possible to whisper in her ear.

"So don't make me punish you instead of fucking you."

With a step forward I press the dildo against her pussy lips teasingly again. She exhales audibly as the rest of her tenses up in anticipation, which I let simmer for more than a few extra seconds.

"Yes... Mistress..."

Crossing my left leg over hers to give me a little extra leverage, I push my hips forward to drive the strap-on into her open and inviting pussy. The petite blonde detective gasps again as inch after inch slides itself deeper into her but manages to stay focused enough to keep herself looking at me from the mirror. As the last inch buries itself in her, my hips meet hers and her fingers curl into fists while letting out a half gasp, half moan. I leave the dildo buried in her cunt for a few seconds just to see if she manages to keep her eyes on me the whole time. She does.

"Good little bitch, now keep your eyes on me no matter what. Do you understand iPod girl?"

She bites her bottom lip and nods while readjusting her stance to compensate for the way the cock is filling her.

"Yes Mistress Casa... blancas..."

My hands grip either side of her hips in front of me and I readjust my own footing to give myself good thrust position. Pulling out slightly, I thrust into her swiftly forcing our hips together again and keeping them there. The table wobbles as I do and the petite blonde almost takes her eyes off me as she groans in pleasure but remains focused well enough.

I can't go full on too fast. She has to stay focused on me and where she is for as long as possible.

When the look in her eyes tells me that her focus has come back, I pull my hips back again and thrust even harder back in to the hilt.

I don't want her getting into this too much and imagining that someone else is fucking her while I pound her.

Her eyes betray her again and I drive the dildo home.

It's not really about getting her off at this point, although I'm betting that she'll cum a few times before I'm through with her this time. It's about making sure that I get deeper into her head then she's been willing to let me up until this point. To make sure that she knows that she's mine for as long as I'm interested in having her and that she's going to enjoy it.

The little blonde tries to steady her breathing but I don't give her the chance, starting a slow rhythmic pumping into her pussy. It forces her to focus even harder on trying to keep her eyes on me. Each of her breaths get shorter as I keep a slow pace in and out of her, giving her the beginnings of a nice hard fuck. There is a look in her eyes of almost defeated desire. Her eyes get glassy and I can see the walls breaking down in her head.

She just needs a couple extra pushes over the edge.

I continue to thrust into her but I pick up the pace just a little.

"You like that mirror don't you?"

Confusion sets in on her face at the question.

"I..."

"You probably sit at this table every morning and put on make-up."

She braces herself as I thrust harder and harder into her.

"Don't you?"

"Uh... I... uh..."

"You look in this mirror every day..."

My hips jump forward with a little more thrust for a couple of thrusts.

"Put your lipstick on... and blush... and all your cute little make up."

Burying the dildo into her pussy and leaning over her, pressing my body against hers and forcing her down onto the make up counter.

"Not that you couldn't use a little help with your foundation."

I reach out and grab her by the ponytail to get a little more leverage as I start in on her again, pumping into her with a slow back and forth motion.

"But don't worry, I'll help you with that."

With my free hand, I wrap my arm around her stomach and pull her up to a standing position, keeping the dildo in her pussy as much as possible. I whisper into her ear.

"Before we get to that though, let's take this over to the bed."

Keeping her close to me, I start to walk backwards, making her follow me. I let go of my little iPod girl's ponytail and use my newly free hand to grab her tit, groping it hard. Eventually we make it to the edge of the bed and I bring her down with me. She sits on my lap, driving the dildo into her pussy deep.

"Good girl..."

My hand reaches up to her neck and grip it tightly enough to force her backwards onto her back on the bed while leaving the strap on dildo in her pussy. She lays back, trying not to look at me as I lie next to her enjoying the sight in front of me, using my knee to push her thighs apart.

"And this is where you sleep, isn't it my little slut detective?"

"I... y-..."

I reach out and grab her ankle, pulling it up above her waist so that she's got her back to me again. It lets me whisper in her ear.

"You know I'm going to fuck you on it now right?"

"I... yes..."

"And you want me to, don't you?"

"Y-y-yes..."

Lifting myself over her, I mount the little blonde and start to thrust my hips into her, fucking her. She lets her head rest against the bed to look away, but I lean my weight down onto her so that I can bring my hand up and force her chin off the bed so that she can look me in the eye.

"Look at me."

The little iPod girl tries to look away and I grip her chin harder, looking in her eyes with authority. Each thrust of my hips makes it hard for her to focus on me but she does her best.

"Keep your eyes on me while I fuck you."

"Y-yes... Mistress..."

I keep fucking her, picking up my pace as the seconds pass and watching as she tries to keep her eyes on me as the pounding makes her breathing short and her muscles tense again. Her head starts to move as she moans and I grab her by the neck again to keep her gaze in place.

"You sleep here every night, don't you?"

I'm not really expecting much of a response from her as I start to increase my pace a little more.

"You come home, you come in here, and you feel safe. You feel like you can hide from the world."

Again I pick up the pace of my hips, watching as her face is overcome with pleasure and uncertainty. Grabbing her at the knee, I pull it over between us so that I'm between her legs and all she can really do is look me in the eyes while I fuck my little iPod girl. Her eyes start to glaze over with tears as she can't look anywhere else.

"But not from me. Every time you come back here, you're going to be reminded of me."

Her eyes start tearing up even more and I know that she's close to breaking.

"You'll be reminded of me and the way I fucked you, fucked you better than anyone has ever done before."

She's barely holding onto herself. The look in her eyes tells me that she's struggling to hold on to what she was, struggling to keep some part of her together as I fuck her. But at the same time she knows that she can't. She knows that she can't keep being the person she is and do what I tell her to.

I keep thrusting into her faster and faster as her breathing gets shorter and shorter, moaning and groaning with every passing second.

And she knows that I'm not going to let her go anytime soon.

The moans and groans of her arousal suddenly mix with sobs and cries.

So all she can do is give in.

Slowing the pace of my thrusts, I watch as she falls apart under me, her sobs and cries replacing her moans as eventually I stop, leaving the dildo buried deep in her pussy. My hips rest against hers while I watch her break down in front of me. I watch as the levies break and the flood gates open, giving way for her to full on cry. When I'm sure it's not an act, I unhook the strap-on and pull it out of her, throwing it to the floor so that I can lie down next to her on the bed and take her in my arms almost lovingly. She buries her face in my shoulder and I let her.

"I know..."

My little pet detective just keeps crying.

"I know it hurts..."

She tries to bury her head deeper into me and I just hold her tighter in my arms as our naked bodies press together even more.

"But don't worry..."

I use one hand to stroke her hair.

"It'll all be okay Veronica. You'll learn to love me."

Part of me can't help but smile, knowing that the petite and sexy blonde with a fiery attitude and a body that won't quit is mine in whatever way I want her. And she'll do it willingly.

Now the fun begins.

The End
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Author's Note: As I mentioned, you can check out the "alternate ending" as Chapter 5 of this piece.
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