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Carol's Room free porn video
This is part of my Kings Cross series hosted by tripod under kingscrossuk.
Describe room
The room is lit with a harsh red light. On metal coat hangers on the walls there are various costumes, one is a nurse's uniform another appears to be made of black rubber.
Describe objects
The bed is a large double bed. On the bed there are:
old towels
On a bedside table there are:
Plastic bottles
Handcuffs
A roll of packing tape
In the room there is:
Carol
Examine Carol
Carol has been logged on to #RL for 09 hrs 34 minutes.
Visible exits are: bathroom
Carol was naked but she didn't look naked. She looked raw. The harsh red light which was supposed to conceal her age made her look as if she had been flayed alive.
Carol had "victim" written all over her. She also had the words "Professional Submissive" printed on her business cards.
She obviously wanted to tell Terry about something that was worrying her but she knew that would have to wait when he cut some black shiny packing tape and taped it over her mouth. Play first, then talk.
Carol obediently, if somewhat wearily, stood up and put her hands behind her back as Terry closed the handcuffs tightly onto her wrists.
Terry was silent. Carol knew from experience that he would be silent for the next hour of enjoyment. Carol didn't mind.
Terry's excitement was already apparent through his jeans. With Carol handcuffed and helpless his cock responded like the cock of a teenager.
Carol thought she was ready for anything which happened. Once the handcuffs were on she had to trust Terry anyway. Her only job was to realise when he wanted her to fight back and how much.
Rose observed Carol. Rose just watched. Rose felt none of Carol's pain. Rose had come into existence during Carol's c***dhood...between Carol's second and third BDSM sessions with her mother's lover.
While Carol was naked, gagged and handcuffed on the bed, Terry had gone through the door to the bathroom and turned on the taps. Carol wondered vaguely what he had in mind as he returned to the bed and forced her across his knee. Carol was justly proud of how much spanking she could take. The small room reverberated to the sound of Terry slapping at her...Carol detected that he wanted her to try to escape.
When Carol tried to wriggle free from Terry he seemed to become quite frenzied forcing his thumb inside her anus and holding her down on the bed as his other hand clawed...literally clawed...at her naked breasts...all the time the bath was filling.
Rose began to wonder calmly about the bath overflowing and how Carol would sort things out with the neighbours
Carol decided to struggle more...but not enough to dislodge Terry's thumb from inside her....Terry turned over Carol's raw naked body and gripped her ankles to force her legs apart. Handcuffed as she was, she could not resist him. Terry urgently forced his stiff cock inside her and said the one word he ever used for Carol during these sessions,. "Cunt."
Rose smiled inwardly as she confirmed Terry's urgency was due to the usual problem - forestalling premature ejaculation.
Terry withdrew from Carol and left his come dripping down her thigh. It was clear he had not finished however. The bath was almost full. Terry put his hands in Carol's hair and pulled her towards the bathroom. It was time for Carol to kick and struggle and be overcome by him. Terry was continually distracted from subduing Carol by a need to fondle and scratch and punish her naked breasts. Carols struggle grew weaker at such moments...
The light in the bathroom was white and harsh. Carol gave only token wriggles as Terry turned off the taps then launched into a real struggle when it was clear he wanted to get her into the water. What had he got planned?
Terry pushed Carol up against the wall and groped her breasts roughly, amateurishly...what did he want?
Terry became rougher, clawing, fingering. Carol reacted and struggled. Terry smiled.
Terry was clearly excited and aroused as he forced Carol into the water. Struggle as she might she could not prevent this - handcuffed as she was...she could not cry out through the gag. As the water closed over her head Carol was panicking...her naked body twisted and turned in the water; her legs flailed and splashed about desperately as Terry relentlessly forced her head under the water.
Carol was face up in the water with Terry's hand pushing her face below the surface. She opened her eyes under the water looked up at Terry's face, distorted as it was through the water. She had stopped struggling altogether and she was trying desperately to think.
There was something she needed to do. She couldn't think.
Her eyes were open and she looked up though the still water.
She needed to do something to save herself. What did she need to do? Terry was calmly looking down at her. Her lungs were bursting. He still held her down. What did she have to do?
As if someone had whispered in her ear she knew - she had to trust Terry... Carol deliberately blew all the air out of her lungs and watched as it bubbled to the surface. Terry pulled Carol by the hair so that her face broke surface. She gulped air into her lungs before he pushed her down into the bath again.
Carol lost count of how many times this was repeated. Terry's sexual excitement just seemed to grow and grow as he watched and held Carol's naked occasionally struggling body under the water. The more she struggled, the more erect and the more powerful he felt. Was this what it was like to kill?
Terry carried a semi-conscious Carol back to the bedroom for a long long session of spanking and sex. Her cold wet naked body seemed like a dead weight. He told her to keep dead still on the bed. He held her ankles and pulled her towards the edge. Terry lifted Carol's legs holding the ankles together.
Terry's pushed his cock inside Carol's cold wet cunt. Carol's legs were against his chest. The cold of her flesh against his was a new experience...an exciting experience.
"Cold be hand and heart and bone
And cold be sleep under stone."
Terry recited the half-forgotten words as if to himself and thrust his cock inside Carol's cold cunt in time with the poetry. He held both her ankles tight together in one hand, a few trickles of water remained.
Rose watched and listened to the old poem which sounded like the barrow wight's song from the Lord of the Rings ...she thought idly of the story of the barrow wights and their endless time in the darkness, comfortable among the corpses of the slain.
Terry pulled his cock out of Carol before he came and left her lying on the bed while he put on the heater and the music. Inevitably it was Madonna's "hanky panky" that he played.
Carol was slightly warmer as he pulled her over his lap and started enthusiastically spanking her damp naked bottom.
How Rose White came to be
Carol's parents were Don and Jas. When Carol was 13, Jas was 31 and Don was 20. You don't need to be fucking Einstein to work out Don was not her father but that was how she thought of him.
They lived in one room. The walls had a lot of Don's pictures of naked girls. Some of them were inserting objects into their vaginas. Jas didn't like this but Jas liked Don *a lot* and so she put up with a lot. Carol did not know there was any other way to live.
Don came home from work - or whatever it was he did exactly, Carol never knew. It was a bit early for him. Carol was alone in the room. On the bed were the instructions from a packet of Tampax and just as Don was coming home she was trying to follow the directions for insertion.
A curtain separated her bed from the room but she hadn't drawn it. Don came in. Don was always very warm and helpful. He set about helping her in a matter-of-fact sort of way. This was what dads did for daughters, helped them.
It was very important to do it properly or she might get infected. Don's warm thumb needed to rub Carol's little clit quite a bit before it was done properly.
"This is all a bit damp. Just a minute" said Don.
He got a tissue and very carefully dried off the area around her clit. Very Very carefully indeed. And that felt nice in a way. Don went on drying with the hanky long after it was all dry but he just chatted to Carol and it was all right. It was more than all right it was warm and rather nice.
Don sat down to read one of his magazines and Carol made him some tea and no more was said about it.
Later. It might have been the same day. Carol and Don were alone in the flat. He was watching a video. There was a lot of moaning and nudity. Not interesting at all really. Carol was behind her curtain doing homework on the bed.
Homework doesn't last forever. It just seems to. Carol had finished and was getting ready to sleep. She was used to sleeping while the adults were still up. She had taken off her school uniform. She was thinking of how warm and comfortable and odd it felt when Don was stroking her and somehow she just started stroking herself.
Greatly daring, she lay on the bed and spread her legs. One hand just playing with her pussy and trying to see if it would get all damp again. She had a kleenex handy just in case.
Don never...absolutely never...pulled back Carol's curtain. He did that night. He looked at Carol. Well he was going to say sorry and close the curtain again.
He didn't. He stepped towards her. A small step for a man but a fucking great big one for Carol's future. Nice warm friendly Don gave a big smile.
"You're doing it all wrong."
Carol hurriedly got under the bedclothes and pulled the blankets around her. Then Don turned around and she drew the curtain.
Well that was that over. How embarrassing!
Thirty seconds later Don was back. He had a towel, a bottle of baby oil and a vibrator.
"Come on I'll show you."
For the first time in her life, Carol cowered away from Don. From big friendly Don, who never told her off, not like Jas.
He pulled at the bedclothes. Carol pulled back and tried to cover herself. As he pulled the bedclothes roughly away she screamed. Don's hand was over her mouth and he hissed, "Shut up. What about the fucking neighbours?" When he took his hand away Carol knew to whisper. "Please Dad....please Don no."
"Come on it'll be fun."
"No please"
"Look you're going to do this whether you like it or not. So like it. OK."
Don held her shoulders.
"OK"
He tightened his grip.
"OK"
In the end Carol nodded.
He took her ankles and manhandled her on top of the towel. Baby oil went everywhere. Her skin glistened in the light of the electric fire. Don looked closely into her eyes as he played expertly with her clit...She did not like it.
Then in spite of herself she felt something. She was hating it, hating it, hating it, but she *felt* something. Don could see something in her eyes. Somehow he *knew* what he had made her feel and he smiled, not relaxing for a moment the insistent circling movement of his thumb.
"Turn over!"
From Don's magazines and videos she knew full well what was going to happen as he covered her bottom with baby oil and forced the vibrator slowly into her anus.
Don had his trousers off and he played with her clit quite roughly now as he forced his cock into her ass. The pain was terrible and she couldn't yell out.
But the pain was so...and suddenly she found herself grasping at any idea which could take her away from here away from now.
Rose White knew Carol inside out. She felt her pain and she could laugh at it. She seemed to whisper in Carol's ear. "You're going to have a sore botty in the morning."
"Is his cock bigger than the vibrator do you think?"
With suppressed giggles, Rose made jokes about everything, Don's cock, the expresson on Jas's face if she were to come in, how Carol's little bum looked all covered in baby oil, "All you need is a nappy. He couldn't fuck you up the ass if you had a nappy could he so he wouldn't like that." Rose thought it was very funny.
It went on and on. Baby oil all over her breasts...Don plying his cock in the small valley between her small breasts. The taste of baby oil in her mouth as Don showed her how to suck his cock properly. Then he was back to her clit again. He even took out the tampax and binned it, he used a lot of baby oil and forced the vibrator in a little at a time...agonising...putting on a condom he tried to stretch her cunt with his cock. It was not working. She had to turn over again.
Grunting and grunting as he forced his cock into her bum again, he said into her ear, "up the bum, don't tell mum" over and over again. Rose loved this little rhyme and repeated it to carol many times in school the next day. At long last Don came and started cleaning her off with the towel.
Finished? He wasn't finished. Having cleaned her off he started spanking her bottom. The refrain, "don't tell mum" now accompanied hard spanks. Don't (spank) tell (spank) mum (hard spank)
Well Carol did have a sore botty in the morning. Rose was right about that. Don looked at Carol squirming uncomfortably on the chair at the breakfast table.
Don smiled. Big friendly Don again.
*****
A curtain. A small chink in the curtain. Carol's eyes strain and strain to see what is happening in the room with Jas and Don. Carol is frightened by what she sees. She watches still. Peering through Carol's eyes is Rose. Rose is sometimes amused and sometimes sexually aroused by what she sees. She makes Carol watch.
*****
Describe room
The room is lit with a harsh red light. On metal coat hangers on the walls there are various costumes, one is a nurse's uniform another appears to be made of black rubber.
Describe objects
The bed is a large double bed. On the bed there are:
old towels
On a bedside table there are:
Plastic bottles
Handcuffs
A roll of packing tape
In the room there is:
Carol
Examine Carol
Carol has been logged on to #RL for 09 hrs 34 minutes.
Visible exits are: bathroom
Carol was naked but she didn't look naked. She looked raw. The harsh red light which was supposed to conceal her age made her look as if she had been flayed alive.
Carol had "victim" written all over her. She also had the words "Professional Submissive" printed on her business cards.
She obviously wanted to tell Terry about something that was worrying her but she knew that would have to wait when he cut some black shiny packing tape and taped it over her mouth. Play first, then talk.
Carol obediently, if somewhat wearily, stood up and put her hands behind her back as Terry closed the handcuffs tightly onto her wrists.
Terry was silent. Carol knew from experience that he would be silent for the next hour of enjoyment. Carol didn't mind.
Terry's excitement was already apparent through his jeans. With Carol handcuffed and helpless his cock responded like the cock of a teenager.
Carol thought she was ready for anything which happened. Once the handcuffs were on she had to trust Terry anyway. Her only job was to realise when he wanted her to fight back and how much.
Rose observed Carol. Rose just watched. Rose felt none of Carol's pain. Rose had come into existence during Carol's c***dhood...between Carol's second and third BDSM sessions with her mother's lover.
While Carol was naked, gagged and handcuffed on the bed, Terry had gone through the door to the bathroom and turned on the taps. Carol wondered vaguely what he had in mind as he returned to the bed and forced her across his knee. Carol was justly proud of how much spanking she could take. The small room reverberated to the sound of Terry slapping at her...Carol detected that he wanted her to try to escape.
When Carol tried to wriggle free from Terry he seemed to become quite frenzied forcing his thumb inside her anus and holding her down on the bed as his other hand clawed...literally clawed...at her naked breasts...all the time the bath was filling.
Rose began to wonder calmly about the bath overflowing and how Carol would sort things out with the neighbours
Carol decided to struggle more...but not enough to dislodge Terry's thumb from inside her....Terry turned over Carol's raw naked body and gripped her ankles to force her legs apart. Handcuffed as she was, she could not resist him. Terry urgently forced his stiff cock inside her and said the one word he ever used for Carol during these sessions,. "Cunt."
Rose smiled inwardly as she confirmed Terry's urgency was due to the usual problem - forestalling premature ejaculation.
Terry withdrew from Carol and left his come dripping down her thigh. It was clear he had not finished however. The bath was almost full. Terry put his hands in Carol's hair and pulled her towards the bathroom. It was time for Carol to kick and struggle and be overcome by him. Terry was continually distracted from subduing Carol by a need to fondle and scratch and punish her naked breasts. Carols struggle grew weaker at such moments...
The light in the bathroom was white and harsh. Carol gave only token wriggles as Terry turned off the taps then launched into a real struggle when it was clear he wanted to get her into the water. What had he got planned?
Terry pushed Carol up against the wall and groped her breasts roughly, amateurishly...what did he want?
Terry became rougher, clawing, fingering. Carol reacted and struggled. Terry smiled.
Terry was clearly excited and aroused as he forced Carol into the water. Struggle as she might she could not prevent this - handcuffed as she was...she could not cry out through the gag. As the water closed over her head Carol was panicking...her naked body twisted and turned in the water; her legs flailed and splashed about desperately as Terry relentlessly forced her head under the water.
Carol was face up in the water with Terry's hand pushing her face below the surface. She opened her eyes under the water looked up at Terry's face, distorted as it was through the water. She had stopped struggling altogether and she was trying desperately to think.
There was something she needed to do. She couldn't think.
Her eyes were open and she looked up though the still water.
She needed to do something to save herself. What did she need to do? Terry was calmly looking down at her. Her lungs were bursting. He still held her down. What did she have to do?
As if someone had whispered in her ear she knew - she had to trust Terry... Carol deliberately blew all the air out of her lungs and watched as it bubbled to the surface. Terry pulled Carol by the hair so that her face broke surface. She gulped air into her lungs before he pushed her down into the bath again.
Carol lost count of how many times this was repeated. Terry's sexual excitement just seemed to grow and grow as he watched and held Carol's naked occasionally struggling body under the water. The more she struggled, the more erect and the more powerful he felt. Was this what it was like to kill?
Terry carried a semi-conscious Carol back to the bedroom for a long long session of spanking and sex. Her cold wet naked body seemed like a dead weight. He told her to keep dead still on the bed. He held her ankles and pulled her towards the edge. Terry lifted Carol's legs holding the ankles together.
Terry's pushed his cock inside Carol's cold wet cunt. Carol's legs were against his chest. The cold of her flesh against his was a new experience...an exciting experience.
"Cold be hand and heart and bone
And cold be sleep under stone."
Terry recited the half-forgotten words as if to himself and thrust his cock inside Carol's cold cunt in time with the poetry. He held both her ankles tight together in one hand, a few trickles of water remained.
Rose watched and listened to the old poem which sounded like the barrow wight's song from the Lord of the Rings ...she thought idly of the story of the barrow wights and their endless time in the darkness, comfortable among the corpses of the slain.
Terry pulled his cock out of Carol before he came and left her lying on the bed while he put on the heater and the music. Inevitably it was Madonna's "hanky panky" that he played.
Carol was slightly warmer as he pulled her over his lap and started enthusiastically spanking her damp naked bottom.
How Rose White came to be
Carol's parents were Don and Jas. When Carol was 13, Jas was 31 and Don was 20. You don't need to be fucking Einstein to work out Don was not her father but that was how she thought of him.
They lived in one room. The walls had a lot of Don's pictures of naked girls. Some of them were inserting objects into their vaginas. Jas didn't like this but Jas liked Don *a lot* and so she put up with a lot. Carol did not know there was any other way to live.
Don came home from work - or whatever it was he did exactly, Carol never knew. It was a bit early for him. Carol was alone in the room. On the bed were the instructions from a packet of Tampax and just as Don was coming home she was trying to follow the directions for insertion.
A curtain separated her bed from the room but she hadn't drawn it. Don came in. Don was always very warm and helpful. He set about helping her in a matter-of-fact sort of way. This was what dads did for daughters, helped them.
It was very important to do it properly or she might get infected. Don's warm thumb needed to rub Carol's little clit quite a bit before it was done properly.
"This is all a bit damp. Just a minute" said Don.
He got a tissue and very carefully dried off the area around her clit. Very Very carefully indeed. And that felt nice in a way. Don went on drying with the hanky long after it was all dry but he just chatted to Carol and it was all right. It was more than all right it was warm and rather nice.
Don sat down to read one of his magazines and Carol made him some tea and no more was said about it.
Later. It might have been the same day. Carol and Don were alone in the flat. He was watching a video. There was a lot of moaning and nudity. Not interesting at all really. Carol was behind her curtain doing homework on the bed.
Homework doesn't last forever. It just seems to. Carol had finished and was getting ready to sleep. She was used to sleeping while the adults were still up. She had taken off her school uniform. She was thinking of how warm and comfortable and odd it felt when Don was stroking her and somehow she just started stroking herself.
Greatly daring, she lay on the bed and spread her legs. One hand just playing with her pussy and trying to see if it would get all damp again. She had a kleenex handy just in case.
Don never...absolutely never...pulled back Carol's curtain. He did that night. He looked at Carol. Well he was going to say sorry and close the curtain again.
He didn't. He stepped towards her. A small step for a man but a fucking great big one for Carol's future. Nice warm friendly Don gave a big smile.
"You're doing it all wrong."
Carol hurriedly got under the bedclothes and pulled the blankets around her. Then Don turned around and she drew the curtain.
Well that was that over. How embarrassing!
Thirty seconds later Don was back. He had a towel, a bottle of baby oil and a vibrator.
"Come on I'll show you."
For the first time in her life, Carol cowered away from Don. From big friendly Don, who never told her off, not like Jas.
He pulled at the bedclothes. Carol pulled back and tried to cover herself. As he pulled the bedclothes roughly away she screamed. Don's hand was over her mouth and he hissed, "Shut up. What about the fucking neighbours?" When he took his hand away Carol knew to whisper. "Please Dad....please Don no."
"Come on it'll be fun."
"No please"
"Look you're going to do this whether you like it or not. So like it. OK."
Don held her shoulders.
"OK"
He tightened his grip.
"OK"
In the end Carol nodded.
He took her ankles and manhandled her on top of the towel. Baby oil went everywhere. Her skin glistened in the light of the electric fire. Don looked closely into her eyes as he played expertly with her clit...She did not like it.
Then in spite of herself she felt something. She was hating it, hating it, hating it, but she *felt* something. Don could see something in her eyes. Somehow he *knew* what he had made her feel and he smiled, not relaxing for a moment the insistent circling movement of his thumb.
"Turn over!"
From Don's magazines and videos she knew full well what was going to happen as he covered her bottom with baby oil and forced the vibrator slowly into her anus.
Don had his trousers off and he played with her clit quite roughly now as he forced his cock into her ass. The pain was terrible and she couldn't yell out.
But the pain was so...and suddenly she found herself grasping at any idea which could take her away from here away from now.
Rose White knew Carol inside out. She felt her pain and she could laugh at it. She seemed to whisper in Carol's ear. "You're going to have a sore botty in the morning."
"Is his cock bigger than the vibrator do you think?"
With suppressed giggles, Rose made jokes about everything, Don's cock, the expresson on Jas's face if she were to come in, how Carol's little bum looked all covered in baby oil, "All you need is a nappy. He couldn't fuck you up the ass if you had a nappy could he so he wouldn't like that." Rose thought it was very funny.
It went on and on. Baby oil all over her breasts...Don plying his cock in the small valley between her small breasts. The taste of baby oil in her mouth as Don showed her how to suck his cock properly. Then he was back to her clit again. He even took out the tampax and binned it, he used a lot of baby oil and forced the vibrator in a little at a time...agonising...putting on a condom he tried to stretch her cunt with his cock. It was not working. She had to turn over again.
Grunting and grunting as he forced his cock into her bum again, he said into her ear, "up the bum, don't tell mum" over and over again. Rose loved this little rhyme and repeated it to carol many times in school the next day. At long last Don came and started cleaning her off with the towel.
Finished? He wasn't finished. Having cleaned her off he started spanking her bottom. The refrain, "don't tell mum" now accompanied hard spanks. Don't (spank) tell (spank) mum (hard spank)
Well Carol did have a sore botty in the morning. Rose was right about that. Don looked at Carol squirming uncomfortably on the chair at the breakfast table.
Don smiled. Big friendly Don again.
*****
A curtain. A small chink in the curtain. Carol's eyes strain and strain to see what is happening in the room with Jas and Don. Carol is frightened by what she sees. She watches still. Peering through Carol's eyes is Rose. Rose is sometimes amused and sometimes sexually aroused by what she sees. She makes Carol watch.
*****
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