Trials of Flesh: The Cost of Surrender
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Chapter 1: The Rain-Soaked Bargain 🔥
Rain hammered the windshield like a thousand impatient fingers. Elena gripped the door handle of Victor’s battered pickup truck, her knuckles white against the cracked leather. She’d called him two nights ago, voice cracking over the phone, hubby Alex off on another endless sales trip to Europe. Two weeks this time. Debts were piling up—medical bills from her mom’s surgery, the mortgage breathing down their necks. Victor, that stranger from the corner diner a month back, where she’d spilled coffee on her tight jeans and he’d bought her a fresh one with that wolfish grin.
“Five grand,” she’d whispered into the receiver, hating the desperation in her tone. “Just a loan. I’ll pay you back.”
He’d chuckled low, like gravel under tires. “Loans are boring, Elena. How about a game? Ten trials. A grand each. No fucking in the trials—that’s the rule. But between? Mine to take what I want.”
Her pussy had clenched at the words, unbidden heat flooding her core. Alex was vanilla, missionary lights off. Victor? Those broad shoulders straining his grease-stained tee, tattoos snaking up his thick neck, promised something feral. Italian fire in her veins—her nonna would’ve called it il diavolo—but here she was, sliding into his truck on a stormy Friday dusk.
“Trial one starts now,” he growled, handing her his phone. “Snap a pic of that married cunt. Spread it wide, no face. Send it.”
Heart slamming, she hiked her skirt in the passenger seat, rain scent mixing with his musky cologne—leather and motor oil. Fingers trembling, she parted her slick folds, the cool air kissing her clit. Click. Sent. His phone buzzed. He glanced, eyes darkening, and tossed an envelope onto her lap. Crisp bills inside. One grand. Already her nipples ached, straining against lace.
The truck rumbled toward his auto shop on the outskirts, thunder rumbling like a beast awakening. She shifted, thighs rubbing, imagining what came next. Victor’s hand shot out, squeezing her knee hard enough to bruise. “Strip the panties. Trial two: bare and leaking the whole ride.”
She obeyed, fabric whispering down her legs, the damp thong clutched in her fist. Wind howled as he accelerated, her exposed slit cooling in the AC blast. By the time the chain-link gate clanged open to his workshop lot, she was dripping onto the seat, shame burning her cheeks.
Chapter 2: Garage of Forbidden Gifts 💋
Victor killed the engine outside the roll-up door, gravel crunching under tires slick with rain. “Eyes shut,” he commanded, slipping a silk scarf over her vision—smooth as sin against her eyelids. Her pulse thundered in her ears, every creak and drip amplified. He hauled her out by the elbow, blind, stumbling in heels that clicked on wet concrete. Smell hit her first: sharp rubber, faint gasoline, his sweat cutting through.
Door groaned shut behind them. Silence stretched, thick and electric. Then his breath hot on her neck. “Trial three: surrender your shit.” A metal box thudded nearby—Faraday cage, he muttered. Phone dropped in, handbag next. Cut off. Owned.
Paper rustled. “Bag on the floor. Clothes in. All of ’em. Clock starts when you kick it back.”
Elena’s hands shook as she peeled off the blouse, damp from rain, nipples pebbling in the chill. Skirt pooled at her ankles, bra unclasped—full C-cups bouncing free, heavy and flushed. Panties already gone; she shoved them deeper into the sack. Naked now, skin prickling, she toed the bag toward his voice. Victory hummed from him as he yanked it away, shelf screech above.
“Good slut.” Fabric bag plopped into her palms. She fumbled inside—stiletto boots, black leather, size perfect. How’d he know? She stepped in, calves flexing, ass lifting higher. Standing tall on those spikes, vulnerable, every curve on display—curvy hips, soft belly from too many pastas, auburn curls tumbling wild over shoulders.
He circled her, boots heavy on the epoxy floor. Oil bottle squirted into her palm—warm, slick almond scent. “Arms first.” She rubbed, skin glowing bronze under the fluorescents. Thighs next, his gaze burning holes. “Tits. Make ’em shine.” Quivering, she oiled her mounds, thumbs circling stiff peaks, a moan slipping free. Asscheeks, back, calves. “Now that greedy hole. Finger it deep, lube it sloppy.”
Two digits plunged in, her juices mixing with oil, squelch echoing. She faced him blind—no, scarf stayed on? Wait, he’d said remove? No, eyes still bound. Pussy stretched, aching empty. Envelope dropped at her feet. Another grand. She was two-fifths owned already.
“Trial four,” he rasped, voice like sandpaper on silk. “Legs wide. Split that gash open. Show me pink. Hold till I say.”
Stilettos splayed, fingers prying labia apart—cool air on her wetness, clit throbbing. His stare she felt like a tongue. Minutes crawled. Juices trickled down inner thighs, salty on her tongue when she licked lips. Surrender washed over; she’d hold forever for him.
Chapter 3: Chains and the Machine’s Cruel Rhythm
Blindfold tugged off. Elena blinked at the garage: polished concrete floor veined black, tools gleaming on pegboards—wrenches, chains, a fuck-machine squatting ominous in corner, thick veined dildo attached. Victor lounged on a milk crate, arms crossed over barrel chest, ink-black hair slicked, stubble silver-flecked.
“Sit on that stool. Trial five: spread-eagle bind. Helpless for whatever I crave.” His eyes devoured her oiled form, boots making her legs endless.
She perched, ass cool on wood. Rough hands gripped ankles—callused, strong from wrenching engines. Cold chain snaked around left ankle, drill whirring as he bolted it floor-ward. Stretch. Snap. Right followed, pussy yawning open. Wrists yanked back, chained wide. Immobile. Exposed. Breeze from a fan whispered over her slit, teasing.
He loomed, finger tracing from toe to thigh—skipping clit—up belly, between tits, to throat. Goosebumps erupted. Upside down gaze met his; he cradled her head, crushed lips to hers. Tongue invaded, tasting cigarettes and mint, bruising deep. 💋 Breath stolen, she sucked back hungry.
Sand timer—five minutes now—placed in view. “That beast fucks you levels one to ten. No cumming till I say. Five minutes each up, then down. Ninety minutes total agony-ecstasy. Beg for it first.”
“Please… use the machine on my pussy. I won’t cum without permission.”
“Louder, wife-slut.”
“Fuck me with it, Victor! Chain my holes open and violate me slow!”
Grin feral. Beanie yanked over head first, then tape over eyes—total dark. Hose clanked overhead. Drip. Cold water splatted navel. Gasp. “Trial six: endure the rain while it pounds you.”
“I accept the dripping torment!” Envelope in bound hands—count later.
Dildo nudged her entrance—girthy, eight inches silicone monster. Pushed. Stretched. Filled. Ropes strapped it firm. Machine hummed to life, level one: gentle thrust. Timer flipped. Water plinked steady, belly tightening with each drop. His hands roamed—palms cupping tits, thumbs grinding nipples. Pinches to pain-point. She bucked, chains rattling.
“Trial seven: clamps on those fat nipples. Beg.”
“Please clamp my udders, make ’em hurt!”
Jaws bit down—fire lancing nerves, morphing to throbbing bliss. Machine revved to two. Thrusts deeper. Water drummed. Fingers everywhere: slapping thighs, probing ass-crack. Three. Four. Orgasms built tidal, denied. “Beg to cum, cash-whore.”
“Let me explode! Please!”
Five. Convulsion ripped free—walls clamping dildo, squirt jetting shaft. He laughed, kissing sweat-slick brow. Six. Back-to-back peaks, body seizing. Seven. Screams tore throat, voice raw. “Can’t… too much!”
“Quit and lose the loot, or take eight.” No choice. Eight savaged her—fucking hurricane in cunt, chains creaking. Nine blurred to blackout edge, orgasms chaining endless, pussy froth-slick. Ten: death-knell bliss, every muscle locked, squirting arcs puddling floor. Then descent, prolonging hell-heaven.
Released at last, limbs jelly. Envelope number five. Panting, she clutched it, body humming overstimulated.
Chapter 4: Crawl of Shame and the New Depths 🔥
Victor unchained her, but not free. “Trial eight: crawl. Lick this floor clean where you leaked.” He smeared boot in her squirt puddle, trailing muddy mix across concrete. On hands and knees, stilettos scraping, tits swinging pendulous. Tongue out—salty tang of her cum, grit of dirt, chemical epoxy bite. Ass high, pussy gaping, he watched, bulge tenting jeans.
“Faster, pig. Earn that cash.” She crawled laps, jaw aching, knees reddening. New bag tossed: leather collar, jingling leash. Gift two. “Wear it. Yours if you finish.”
Snapped on, tug pulled head up. “Trial nine: edge in public view.” Back door cracked to alley rain—cars whooshing distant. Fingers to clit, circle frantic, stop at brink. Ten times. Rain misted in, chilling sweat. Voices outside—truckers yelling? Shame spiked arousal; she humped air desperate.
Eleven grand in jars now, stacked mocking. “Bedroom break,” he snarled, leash yanking her up stairs—first fuck promised, no trial. Workshop loft bedroom: king mattress stained, mirrors everywhere, ropes dangling ceiling. He stripped, cock springing—nine veined inches, pierced tip glinting. Shoved her down, knees to ears. Slammed in—no prep, balls-deep. “Take it, cheating bitch.”
“Yes! Ruin my married hole!” Grunts animal, hips pistoning. Mirrors showed: her spread obscene, tits flopping, his tattooed ass flexing. Sweat dripped salty on tongue; she lapped his neck. Pulled hair, slapped ass crimson. Flipped doggy, leash reined, colared throat strangled slight—air-starved blackout fucks. Came roaring, flooding her, excess oozing thighs.
Not done. “Trial ten preview: ass prep.” Lube squirted crack, plug thumb-thick forced. Wiggle protest morphed moans. Cock back in pussy, plug grinding. Double stuffed tease to madness.
Chapter 5: Ultimate Yield and the Final Claim
Downstairs again, body quaking. Two trials left. Victor’s eyes gleamed manic. “Trial nine full: feed like dog.” Bowl filled—his piss-warmed milk mixed yogurt, her squirt. On knees, collar tugged low. Lap it up, tongue slurping creamy piss-tang, humiliation flooding fresh slick. “Drink your reward, cum-dump.” She gulped, dribbles chin-trickling tits, face burning crimson. Envelope dropped—nine grand. One more.
“Final trial: total submission.” Full body harness—crotchless leather, boots laced thigh-high. Suspended from hoist, arms winched overhead, toes barely grazing. Vibrating wand taped relentless to clit. “Hold orgasm twenty minutes. Fail, start over. Succeed, keep all ten grand… and this.” Gift three: jeweled butt plug, massive. He worked it slow, rim stretching burn-sweet. Seated deep, remote-controlled vibe inside synced to wand.
Switched on low. Buzz assault clit and ass. Water hose resumed, icy lashes on belly. Clamps reapplied nipples, chained weights tugging. Sand timer eternal. “Don’t cum. Beg denial.”
Body betrayed—hips buck endless, chains jangling symphony. “Please… stop… gonna burst!” Denial looped. Minutes blurred, senses overload: ozone buzz, metallic blood-taste bitten lip, skin electric-touch, screams echoing, cum-scent choking. Edge infinite. Finally, timer ping. “Cum now, slave-wife.”
Cataclysm. Galaxy exploded inside—pussy gushing firehose, ass clenching plug, every nerve supernova. Suspended thrashing, blackout waves crashing. Lowered limp to floor, cradled. Ten envelopes piled. “All yours.”
But Victor not sated. Leash yanked to workbench. Bent over, plug yanked, cock replaced—anal virgin ass breached brutal. “Trial bonus: take my seed every hole.” Inch by searing inch, buried. “Fuck… so tight!” She screamed yes, pushing back. Reamed endless, hands fisting hair. Switched holes sloppy—cunt to ass, ass to mouth, deepthroat gagging bile-salt. Spit-roasted self on workbench edge.
Climax crescendo: face-fucked cum-bubbles, then pussy final dump. Collapsed tangled, his weight pinning, breaths syncing ragged. Rain eased outside. Elena, cash-rich, soul-poor— no, soul-owned. Alex’s flight home tomorrow? Irrelevant. Victor’s fingers traced wedding band, twisted off. “Next trip? Call sooner.” She nodded, pussy twitching aftershocks. Surrender complete, ecstasy’s price paid in flesh. 🔥
