Fiction: The Hand That Saves

Apr 172013
 

The phone rang and my cock throbbed. I was being summoned once more.

My stomach growled and I thought of the chicken in the oven. Two days of marinating and two hours of wonderful smells was about to go to waste. Sometimes I am not sure if the Invisible Collar understood the sacrifices of its servants.

I took out my phone and looked for the message. There was no message this time; it was an actual person calling me. That was different.

“Hello,” I said.

“The Invisible Collar protects the worthy,” a voice said. It was a woman’s voice. Slightly Southern but formal.

“The Invisible Collar chokes the unworthy,” I answered.

“We have a situation,” Voice said. “This is a Rescue operation.”

That explained the shortened protocol. The Invisible Collar didn’t mind making their members repeat endless vows. I turned off the oven. My stomach had stopped growling. My cock grew harder.

“What do we know?” I said. I plugged in the earpiece for my phone. I put on my boots and laced them. 

“Not much,” the Voice said. “Kelly is a submissive with the Invisible Collar. She has been a member for eight months. She activated her panic button two minutes ago. She is not on any scheduled activity.”

“So she’s playing with someone outside the Collar,” I said.

“Or someone that is in the Collar but hasn’t registered this activity,” Voice said.

I shook my head and realized she couldn’t see me. “An eight month initiate might be that dumb, but not anyone else. Have you tried calling her?”

“Yes, and there was no answer,” Voice said. It was actually a stupid question on my part. It was part of protocol to call but I just double checking. I appreciated that Voice didn’t mind me asking. We were going to work well together.

“The GPS tracker says she is on Peachburn street. Do you know it?”

“No,” I said. I opened the closet. I had nine bags prepared for special occasions. I took the red bag and carried it out the door.

“I’ll give you directions,” she said.

My hands shook as I put the key in the ignition. I smiled. I wasn’t nervous. I was damn excited.

Voice told me where to go and I went. She spoke only as needed. I appreciated that. I needed the quiet. My mind was trying to focus on the job at hand and my cock wasn’t helping. Rescues were tricky, hard and dangerous. They had to be done right.

I arrived outside a house in a decent neighborhood. My hands pulled what I needed out of the bag and clipped them to my belt. I hesitated as I realized that I hadn’t done any stretching and I dismissed it, there was no time now. I’d pay for it later.

I scanned the nearby houses out of habit. Today was the rare day that I didn’t need to worry about witnesses. The Invisible Collar had lawyers on retainer for operations like these. It was one of the few times that I didn’t have to hide what I did. It felt good. In fact, I wish more people were watching.

“I’m going in,” I told Voice.

“May the Invisible Collar guide you,” Voice said.

I walked up to the front door and knocked. My fist punched the door fast and angry. I kept punching the door until I got an answer.

The door swung open. The man standing there was thirty something. He had the stylish hair and black goatee that was so popular among the fetish crowd these days. He was only wearing pants and that was to show off his rather good physique.

“What the fuck do you want?” he yelled.

I answered him by punching him in the nose. The satisfying crunch of cartilage sent shivers down my spine and right into my ball sack. He fell backwards and clutched his face. Blood leaked from his hands.

I stepped into his house. That was when I saw two other guys in the living room. They were big. Both had their shirts off. Both were in better shape than me.

“Fuck,” I said.

They mistook it for weakness. One of them grabbed a bat and ran at me. I briefly wondered why they had a bat in the living room. My hand went to my belt and I grabbed the pepper spray.

A six foot stream of stinging pain flew through the air. It struck Bat-Guy in the face and he screamed. Oh my God, that scream was the most delicious thing I have heard in ages. If my cock was in a mouth, I would have come right then.

Bat-Guy stumbled back and crashed into a lamp. He rolled on the ground and kept screaming.

Other-Guy was standing but he wasn’t coming any closer.

“Stay back, asshole!” he said.

Pepper spray in hand, I moved quickly to him. He held up his hands to protect his face and I kicked him in the knee. The steel toe boot fucked him up good. He went down and I kept kicking. Joy radiated through every fiber of my being.

“You’re on a rescue mission,” Voice said.

My foot stopped in mid stomp. She was right. 

“Where’s Kelly?” I asked. He wasn’t going to answer but I liked to have another excuse to hit him.

He didn’t answer. I smiled and kicked again.

“Kelly!” I roared. “Help is here!”

“Who are you?” a woman’s voice yelled out. It was from down the hall.

I crossed the living room. Broken Nose started to get up and I brought my elbow down hard in his shoulder. He went back down to the ground.

“Who the fuck do you think it is?” I yelled.

“The Invisible Collar heard your plea,” Voice said softly in my ear.

I felt a flush of shame. I was forgetting protocol. The joy of hurting people had made me sloppy like a first year initiate. 

“The Invisible Collar heard your plea,” I said. I went down the hall. There was a closed door with a light on. I could see scuff marks on the door where someone had been kicking it. Wimps. I bet I could kick that door in with one kick.

“The Invisible Collar knows our thoughts,” Kelly said from the other side of the door.

“The Invisible Collar knows our needs,” I answered. It was the first protocol we all learn.

I heard something heavy get moved away from the door. The door opened and a pretty black girl came out. Tears had made a mess of her makeup. She was wearing a cheap tacky teddy. She was clutching her necklace like it was a talisman. I figured that was where they put the panic device.

“Let’s go,” I said. “Do we need to get anything?”

“My purse, and my clothes,” Kelly said. “I left them in the living room.”

“We don’t have time for you to change. Just grab them and come with me.”

Broken Nose was back on his feet. He had the bat in his hand. Other-Guy was still down and Bat-Guy was still crying.

“Who the fuck are you?” Broken Nose said.

I still had the pepper-spray. I also had a Tazer. I even had a collapsing baton that I could have used to even the odds. I didn’t use any of them. My cock was hard and I wanted something more physical.

I charged him. He swung the bat and hit me in the side. The pain was intense but fuck, I was high on endorphins.

I tackled him to the ground. He might have been stronger but I was meaner. I also didn’t have a broken nose. We flailed at each other but after a minute, I was the only one still punching.

I got up. There was a lot of blood on me.   

“Oh my God,” Kelly said. She had her hands full with her clothes.

“Asshole shouldn’t have fucked with you,” I said.

She didn’t answer. It must have been shock. I took her by the arm and led her outside.  She might as well have been naked considering how transparent her little teddy was but she didn’t care. I got her into my car and we drove out of there.

“Bring her to Justine House,” Voice said. “Do you know where it is?”

“Yes,” I said. “I’ve played there a few times. I’ll come right over.”

“Alex was so nice at the club,” Kelly said. “I thought it would be fun to play with him at his house but after I got there, these other guys showed up and he expected me to play with them too.”

“Shh,” I said. “It’s alright. You don’t have to explain anything to me.” Which was true. Kinky people are like anyone else; some of them are giant assholes. Besides, Voice had probably already assembled a team that would consist of a therapist, a doctor and a lawyer. Kelly didn’t have to tell me her story because she was going to tell her story a dozen times during her debriefing with the Invisible Collar. I was just the rescue muscle.

We got to Justine House. I helped Kelly through the back door. A woman was there, tall with black hair streaked with gray. Next to her was a friendly Indian woman who radiated warmth and care. As soon as the tall woman opened her mouth, I knew she was Voice.

“Kelly, I am so sorry about what happened to you,” she said. “This Nadine, she’s going to help you get dressed and help you out.”

Kelly nodded and let Nadine take her by the arm. The two went down the hall to private areas. She was in good hands. My task was officially over.

“Shouldn’t you go with her?” I asked. My heart was still pounding. Civility was the last thing I wanted to do. I wanted to go home and come down from this violence high.

She shook her head. “I am tasked with taking care of both of you. Kelly is in expert hands. She will be fine. I am more worried about you. How are you doing?

I had a vision of forcing her to her knees. I shook my head and shrugged. “I’m sore. I got hit with a bat and I am starting to feel it. I just need to put some ice on and lie down. Other than that, I’m good.”

She looked at me and I could tell she wasn’t buying it. “That’s not what I meant. You hurt people today. You did the Invisible Collar a great service but it was a service you obviously enjoy doing. I am asking you, as one servant to another, how are you?”

“Horny,” I said. There was a growl to my voice.

She stepped closer. She was a thin woman, thinner than I usually liked but there was a frailty to her body that was giving me new fantasies. It would be nothing to throw her over my shoulder and carry her back home.

She came even closer. I looked down into her steel blue eyes. She wasn’t flinching. 

“What do you need?” she asked.

I grabbed her hair and kissed her. Among our people, kissing was the most intimate act. I was breaking all sorts of rules of courtesy and etiquette but kissing her but I didn’t care.

I also wasn’t doing that good of a job of kissing her. I was just taking her mouth. I was assaulting her tongue with my tongue. I was stealing her breath. I was bruising her with my lips. It felt awesome.

When I had drunk my fill of her lips, I pulled at her pants. She was wearing jeans and I debated cutting them from her body. There was no time. I yanked her pants down. She struggled to stay on her feet as I pulled them from each leg. It wasn’t gentle or graceful at all.

She was wearing red panties. “Take them off,” I growled.

Voice obeyed. There was no fear in her eyes. A thrill ran through me as she slipped them off.

I pulled my pants off in a second. My cock was an angry monster between my legs. It was another weapon waiting to be used.

There are rooms in the dungeon that I could have taken her. There were several bedrooms. There were plenty of spanking benches. I didn’t want any of them.

I lunged for her. Voice cried out as I picked her off the ground and slammed her against a wall. She was so tall but light. I lowered her onto my cock.

I was not surprised to find her sex wet and ready for me.

Our bodies collided on the wall. It wasn’t convenient but my body refused to compromise. I fucked her against the wall with all the violence in my heart.

Voice took it. She took my animal thrusts. She took my savage kisses. She took my pawing hands on her tender body.

She reached around and grabbed my ass. She pulled me deeper into her sex. It was an invitation to hold nothing back.

Any other day, I would have fallen for her. This was not one of those days. I was filled with aggression. I was furious with lust. I had hurt people today for a righteous cause and now I was fucking someone for a selfish cause.

We fucked against the wall. I growled while she moaned. I thrust while she received.

I remembered the splash of blood when I broke that guy’s nose. I smiled at the thought of the guy screaming from the pepper spray. I throbbed in her sex as I remembered the feeling of my boot coming down on the third guy.

I fucked her faster. The hallway echoed with the force of my thrusts. I wondered what I would do if anyone were to walk into this hallway. I was pretty sure I wouldn’t stop.

It didn’t take me long at all. I shouted as I climaxed and I shouted as I kept coming. 

My seed went up her sex and so did the last of my adrenalin. I felt a tremendous release of tension all of my body. It was followed quickly by exhaustion and an ache in my side from the bat. The switch that had been keeping me going was finally turned off. I felt human again.

I gently set her down on the ground. She smiled knowingly at me as I slipped out of her. Bruises were already appearing on her body.

Voice didn’t ask me if I was feeling better. She didn’t ask if I got what I needed. She knew. She patted me on the shoulder and gathered her clothes. I watched her go through the door that Kelly went earlier. I was dismissed.

I should have proposed to her right there. That was someone who understood me. Then again, that was what the Invisible Collar did. They gathered people together. They gathered them to play, to fuck, to help and to guide. And sometimes, they gather people like me to attack, fight and destroy.

That was what I do.

Fiction: The Hand That Rewards

Mar 062013
 

My phone rang and the ringtone made my cock throb.  I was being summoned once more.

I opened the message and once again the words of my oath flooded the screen. My thumb scrolled the message out of habit. I heard that back in the old days, these oaths had to be renewed by voice every single time.  It was hard to believe that anyone ever got spanked with those kinds of traditions.

Finally I reached the bottom of the message. “Do you swear to act first as the Invisible Collar commands?” I clicked the accept button. 

My mission appeared.  The word, reward, appeared.  That was odd.  I usually did punishments. It was a rare day that I was called on to reward people. I didn’t have the temperament for it. 

Once I saw the reward, I understood.  Yes, they picked the right guy after all.

A pretty face appeared.  She was Hispanic with thick luscious black hair.  She was closer to my age than the young college kids I usually punished.  Her name was Teresa. 

Next were her address and a picture of her house.  The GPS in my phone already calculated a route. It was nearby. 

It was Saturday morning so I had been exercising.  It takes a lot of upper body strength to paddle, spank and wrestle as many women as I do.  I wasn’t a fitness nut but my biggest fear is to one day be spanking a woman and my wheezing is louder than her moans. 

I showered, dressed and got my equipment.  I played some loud music to get in the mood.  I stretched because stretching is fucking important.

The drive was short and sweet.  People did yard work and I pitied them.  I saw people jogging and I wondered if they too were part of the Invisible Collar.  A squirrel wondered into the street and I stopped and honked at it until it got off the road.

I pulled into Teresa’s driveway like I lived there.  If she had heard me and came to the door, things would have gotten complicated but lucky for me, she didn’t. 

I stepped out of my car and headed for the side door.  Years of practice kept me from looking to see if I was being watched.  My hand slipped into my pocket as if reaching for my keys but instead I pulled out a small set of lock picks.

“The Invisible Collar teaches, the Invisible Collar learns,” I whispered to myself.  I swear that I do more preparation work for the Invisible Collar than I do actual fucking. Classes on locks, classes on rope, classes on spanking and even classes on fucking breathing eat into my free time. 

I picked the lock in less than a minute. 

The door opens into the kitchen.  I smell garlic, lemon and shrimp.  A glance at the stove told me that lunch was homemade and most likely delicious.  I liked a woman who cooks in this day and age.

I listened and I heard the sounds of a science fiction television series.  Shit, Teresa was a pretty cool chick.

It is time to go to work.  I stripped off my clothes as silently as possible. It was easier said than done.  My clothes were folded and left neatly on the counter.

Once I was completely naked, it was time for the mask.  I slipped the black cloth over my face.  The world changed to grey.  The eye holes were designed to be completely invisible.  My face was smoothed away. I was a featureless void. 

My heart was pounding hard.  This wasn’t my first time doing this was it was still difficult.  I was in naked in a stranger’s house.  She had no idea I was here.  I was a faceless naked nightmare.  If the Invisible Collar was wrong, if I had come to the wrong house or if a million other things were different than expected, this day could turn into a traumatic experience for everyone.

I breathed.  I gave myself over to the Invisible Collar’s plans.

I walked into the living room.  Book shelves lined the walls.  I liked Teresa a little bit more.

She was sitting on the couch, her back to me.  The television babbled technical terms that only existed in science fiction.  There was no one else here.

I crossed over to her, my feet silently walking on the carpet.  My hand lunged for her hair and I yanked her head back.  She screamed and a glass of water fell from her hand.  She was dressed in a faded t-shirt and sweat pants.  The points of her nipples were visible under her shirt.  She had not been expecting company.

I pulled her head back to face me.  Teresa screamed a second time and shook. I looked down at her in silence. 

A smile broke across her lips.  “The Invisible Collar demands,” she said.

“And the Invisible Collar rewards,” I answered. 

“Oh thank God,” she sighed.

I reached down with my other hand and grabbed a breast.  It was plump and soft underneath her shirt.  My hand crushed around her tit like a vice.  The t-shirt gave no protection as my fingers squeezed.

“Oh God, oh God,” Teresa moaned.  She tried to rise off the couch as my grip became painful.  I kept a hold of her hair as she writhed.  She was strong but I was so much stronger. 

I let go of her breast and grabbed the bottom of her shirt.  I pulled it up and let go of her hair.  Teresa didn’t struggle at all as I took the shirt off of her.

Tow lovely brown breasts were revealed.  An angry handprint decorated her right breast.  The other breast tempted me with and I reached for it.  Teresa tried to dodge my hand but I was too quick.  My hand grabbed her tit and my fingers squeezed with cruel joy.

“Oh shit!” Teresa yelled.  She glared at me but it was hard to take her seriously when she was smiling like that.

I released her breast and grabbed her throat.  Shock blossomed on her face.  My fingers closed around her throat and a dreamy look came over her dark eyes.  She fell back onto the couch and I bent over her with my hand at her throat.

I squeezed.  She made a choking sound. 

I squeezed harder.  She looked up at my masked face and shuddered.

I squeezed tighter, dangerously tight.  Teresa spread her legs and lifted her hips to me.

My other hand went to her crotch.  I had to cross my arm over the other but hey, real life was never as picture perfect as porn was. My fingers pressed down against the material of her pants.  Tremendous heat warmed my fingers.

I was beginning to love this woman.

I let go of her throat.  Teresa gasped for air.  My hands went back to her hair.  I lifted her up by the hair and she screamed.  As strong as I was, it must have hurt like hell. 

My hands dragged her over the back of the couch.  She stumbled and followed without any choice in the matter. 

“Tell me what you want!” Teresa yelled. 

I answered her by spinning her around and bending her over the back of the couch.  I let go of her hair and yanked down her sweat pants.  A beautiful round ass greeted me.  I had this urge to bite her ass but the mask didn’t have a hole for my mouth.  Besides, this was her reward, not mine.

I reached between her legs.  Teresa parted her legs in an instant.  I groaned as I felt thick pubic hair.  My fingers slipped inside her for a teasing moment before slipping back out.  She was so damn wet.

Teresa moaned and then whimpered at my teasing.  Her moan quickly turned into a scream.

My fingers had grabbed her pubic hair and pulled.  It wasn’t a strong pull because I wanted to keep my grip but it wasn’t a gentle pull either.

“Shit, shit, shit!” Teresa yelled.  “What do you want, what do you want? Just tell me!”

What did I want? I wanted to get her number.  I wanted to watch her show with her.  I wanted to have a bite of whatever she made for lunch.  I wanted to check out her books and see if we had similar tastes. That was what I wanted but the Invisible Collar had rules about their members dating.  

It also wasn’t what I was here for.

I released her pubic hair and pressed my cock against her.  Teresa moaned and lifted her ass to me.  I slipped between her thighs and into her sex.

“Fuck!” Teresa cried out.  Fuck indeed.  She was wet and I was hard.  She was tight and I was horny.  She was at home and I was the intruder.

I fucked her.  The couch shook from my thrusts.  The TV kept playing as Teresa screamed.  My cock pushed deep into her wanting sex.

Teresa started to rise and I pushed her head down.  I kept her bent over the couch.  I fucked faster.  My grip was an iron bar on her head.  She was pinned between the couch and my cock.

“Take me!” Teresa yelled.

“Use me like a bitch!” she screamed.

“Take my whore pussy!” she yelled.

Teresa screamed as she lost herself in the madness of her lust.  She was living her dream.  She was getting used against her will despite how willing she was.

The mask was tight around my face. It trapped my breathing and kept the hot air around me.  My head was in an oven but my cock was somewhere hotter.

Teresa screamed her climax.  She reached back and tried to stop my hips but I slapped her hands away.  I was slipping into my role.  I couldn’t have dinner with her but I could have her body. 

I bent over her body and kept fucking.  My hand reached under her and grabbed a bouncing breast.  My fingernails bit into her tender flesh as my hips slammed into her.  She was soft and warm and eager to the touch. 

She climaxed again on the back of the couch.

I pulled out of her.  She sighed with relief as my cock left her sensitive sex.  The sigh turned to a squeal of shock as I grabbed her long black hair and pulled her to the ground. 

I forced her onto her back and this time she kept her legs closed.  I was not going to be denied.  My hand grabbed her thighs and parted her easily.  She moaned as knelt between her legs and she moaned louder as I entered her again.

My hand went to her throat and a tremor ran through her.  My grip was tight but not as tight as before.  I choked her gently as my hips fucked her roughly.

The carpet was hell on my knees but I kept at it.  It hotter inside my mask but I kept fucking.  My damn back started to ache but my hips kept pumping. All of my pains and discomforts were kept hidden inside the mask.  All Teresa knew was that she was being fucked by a faceless monster; which is just the way she liked it.

Teresa struggled but it was a token resistance.  Her hands went to my chest and pushed but I was unyielding.  Her feet dug into the carpet but my cock kept stayed inside her.  I grabbed her hand at one point and slammed it into the floor.  She smiled as I kept her hand pinned.

Her eyes glazed and she was about to climax again.  My fingers tightened around her throat. She smiled, frowned and then moaned. I felt her thankfulness as her thighs closed around me.

She came and I released her throat.  She sucked in air in between my thrusts to her sex. 

I was close.  It was time to end this. 

I pulled out of her and stood up.  Teresa lay on the floor, unmoving and sated.  I laughed but the mask turned it into a grunt.  I reached down once more to grab her hair.  This time she helped as I lifted her to a kneeling position.

She opened her mouth and took my cock.  I didn’t have to say anything.  I fucked her face and she choked once more.

My cock erupted and she swallowed me.  I kept her head pinned to my cock but it was unnecessary.  She licked clean every drop.

Orgasm brought bliss.  Bliss brought complacency. I thought about how much we had in common. I wanted to ask Teresa out.  I considered the anger of the Invisible Collar and I was willing to risk it.  

She looked up at me with my cock still in her mouth.  Her eyes were filled with adoration for me.

No, not me.  It was her attacker she adored.  It was the faceless man who had broken into her house and used her.  It was a concept that she will masturbate to tonight and the last thing she wanted was to know that the masked attacker had a name.

I pushed her back to the floor and rolled her over.  She screamed when I slapped her ass.

“Stay here,” I said.  “Count to a hundred before rising.  Get up before then, and the Invisible Collar will be displeased.”

“Okay,” she said.

Teresa would probably stay down there even after she counted.  I doubt she had the strength left to move.  She probably just wanted to stay on the rough carpet and treasure the experience she just had.

I wet back into the kitchen.  I redressed and took off the mask.  Out the door I went and back to my car as if nothing had happened.

If I was lucky, she might earn herself another reward in the future.

Fiction: The Hand that Punishes

Feb 062013
 

My phone rang and the ringtone made my cock throb.  I was being summoned once more.

I opened the message and text spills across my screen. The familiar words I know by heart appear. Technology has advanced but the traditions have not.

“The Invisible Collar guides, the Invisible Collar commands. Do you swear to act as the Invisible Collar’s proxy? Do you swear to make the demands of the Invisible Collar into reality? Do you swear . . .”

And so on and so on. My finger makes the screen scroll past endless oaths of service, vows of secrecy and quite a few threatening consequences. The end finally appears and I click the ‘Accept’ link.

A pretty blonde face appears.  Her name was Angela.  Fuck, they get younger every year. She couldn’t be more than twenty.  Was that even legal? 

Her infractions were next. There must have been an orgy this weekend. She did not perform as expected. Well, if you can’t take the double penetration, stay the fuck off the bondage swing as I’ve always said.

Her punishments were next.  My mouth watered and my cock throbbed as I read them.

Last were an address and a time.  It was soon. She would be there.

First I called my boss and let him know I would be late to work. He didn’t mind. He knew I would make the hours up. Sometimes I wondered if he was a member of the Invisible Collar.  He was either a great boss or he was in on it. 

Next I took a shower and ate breakfast.  I also did some stretching exercises because I am not as young as I used to be.  It was also good for you. Everyone should stretch more.

After getting dressed, I began my drive over. Traffic was a bear but when wasn’t it?  Angela lived downtown at an apartment building for college students. I wondered if she had a roommate. 

She did have a roommate.  An Asian girl answered the door.  She looked at me skeptically. I was too old to live here and too well dressed to be maintenance.

“I am here to see Angela,” I said.

That confused her even more.  “Angela, some guy is here to see you.”

Angela came out of the back.  She was putting on a coat.  “Thanks, Jen.  I’ll be going out for awhile.”

“No, we’re not,” I said.  “We’ll go to your bedroom.”

Angela’s eyes widened.  “Wouldn’t you rather go out?” she said. Her tone implied that I cared about her privacy.  It was almost cute.

I leaned closer to her.  “The rules are clear. Either we go to your bedroom and conclude our business, or, you will never be contacted by the Invisible Collar again.”

Jen watched us with a baffled look on her face. She didn’t know what the fuck was going on. Good. I wouldn’t have to add breaking the vow of secrecy to Angela’s crimes.

Angela’s face turned into a pout. It was a good pout. I bet it was devastating against boys her own age. All it did to me was make me want to slap her.

“Okay,” she said reluctantly.  “We’ll have to be quiet.”

God damn, the Invisible Collar is really dropping the ball on teaching new recruits.  Oh well, it just meant more work for me.

Angela led me to the back of the apartment. Her bedroom was a mess. She closed the door behind us and locked it.

“Please, please, please, be really quiet,” Angela begged.

I ignored her. I crossed my arms and looked down at her with my sternest expression.  Years of practice had given me a pretty good scowl.

“Angela, you have failed the Invisible Collar,” I said.  You were given the honor of serving others and you failed.  How do you plea?”

Angela looked at me and smiled. Her eyes glazed and she unconsciously stood up straighter. She was turned on.  Submissives tended to do that when I did my stern voice.

“How do you plea?” I repeated.

“Okay, I was bad,” Angela said.  “But the guy who wanted me to suck his dick looked like my grandfather. It freaked me out and then that one gross lady tried to grab my ass and that was-ACK!”

My hand was on her throat. I pushed her against the wall and pinned her there. My fingers tightened. Tradition had been satisfied. She admitted fault.

“Angela, you have admitted to failing the Invisible Collar. Do you accept your punishment?”

She tried to say something but my fingers were really tight.  Close enough.

I reached behind me and pulled the knife from the hidden sheath in my pants. The sheath made it really uncomfortable to sit but it was it worth it for the surprised look on people’s eyes.  Kind of like how Angela’s eyes looked now.

Her coat could have been unzipped but she was dumb enough to put it on in the first place. I place the knife edge on her collar and started to cut through the thick fabric.

Angela didn’t move a muscle. 

I cut her coat open and placed the knife at the top of her shirt collar.  The blade pressed gently against her neck. Angela’s eyes widened even more. 

I pulled the blade down.  The flimsy shirt parted easily.  Once I got halfway, I yanked the knife down in a violent slash. The rest of her shirt flew apart.

Angela tried to scream but my fingers were so tight.  I gave her a second to calm down and then my grip loosened.

“Oh shit,” she whispered. 

“Shit indeed,” I said.  I looked down at her pink bra. Fuck, her tits were big.  I read once that women were getting bigger breasts sooner and sooner because of growth hormones in meat.  Some of my friends claim that the Invisible Collar was responsible for that.  If that was the case, praise the Invisible Collar for Angela’s lovely pale tits.

I place my knife at the middle of the bra.  Angela whimpered.

“Not the bra!” she begged.  “It’s a good bra!”

I shook my head.  “You shouldn’t have failed then.”

I began to saw at the bra with my knife.  Bras are fucking tough, man.  You got to be careful.  I sawed into the bra with meticulous care.

Angela was on the verge of tears.  She knew I wouldn’t cut her.  She just really liked that bra.

The knife cut through the bra and the cups spilled open. I pressed the flat of my knife against pale breasts with pink nipples.  The bruise of a hickey was still healing from the orgy.

“What happens now?” Angela asked.  Her hips unconsciously wiggled. Hmm, knowing her it might not be unconscious at all.

For an answer I released her throat and grabbed her hair.  She squealed as I dragged her to her bed.  I sat her down on the bed and released her hair.  Angela tried to lay back and I had to grab her hair again.  She squealed a second time as I dragged her back to a sitting position.

“Are you okay?” Jen yelled from the other side of the door.

I looked down at Angela.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Angela said. 

“All right,” Jen said. She didn’t sound convinced. That wasn’t my problem.

I reached down and pulled her cut clothes off her body. Angela was very helpful in that regard. Within seconds she was topless.

Angela looked up at me with a smile on her lips.  She was so damn pretty and she knew it.  The pretty ones were always the worse. They thought they could be forgiven anything just because people wanted to fuck them.  They were slow to learn that the Invisible Collar never forgives.

I sheathed my knife and recited the next step.

“Put your hands on top of your head,” I said.  “If you move them, you will be expelled from the Invisible Collar.  Your sex will be cast into the wilderness of the vanilla and dull. You will no longer be taught the secrets of pleasure and you will never hear the true stories of your libido. Do you understand the consequences?”

“Yeah, I need to keep my hands on my head,” Angela said.

“That could be worded better, but I will accept it,” I said.

She looked like she was about to say something so I put a stop to that right there.  My hand came down fast and hard on her right breast. 

SMACK! The sound filled her tiny bedroom. 

Her jaw dropped.  She half rose from her seated position. To her credit, not a single sound escaped her lips.

SMACK! I struck her other breast with the flat of my hand. 

A tiny whimper leaked from her mouth.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I struck each breast in turn.

“Angela! Are you okay?” Jen yelled from behind the door.

I looked at Angela.  “I’m fine!” she said with clenched teeth. 

“Are you sure!” Jen asked.  This is why I don’t have a roommate.

“Yes!” Angela yelled back louder.

SMACK! I hit her breast much harder than I had before.

Angela shot me a glare.  I waited a second.

“Okay,” Jen said from behind the door.

“Can you do it quieter?” Angela asked me.

“Nope,” I said. 

SMACK!

Angela clenched her eyes shut. Her breasts were glowing red from my slaps.  She bit her bottom lip but it wasn’t enough.

“Could I have a gag please, sir?” Angela asked.

I stopped in mid slap. I was laughing.  “Oh, it’s ‘sir’, now?”

“Please, sir?” Angela asked.  She used her devastating pout again.  In a moment of pity, I almost said yes.  Tradition didn’t suggest a gag but it didn’t forbid it either.  It was my choice and she was so damn pretty. 

“No,” I said. 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

I punished her tits as hard as I could.  I slapped them for her disobedience but I also slapped them for my weakness.  I had almost given in to mercy.  That was unthinkable for someone with my duties.  I was the hand that punished.  Others were tasked with forgiveness.

Angela took it.  She kept her hands on her head as I delivered slap after slap to her reddening breasts.  Her lips were tightly sealed to allow only whimpers and groans. Sometimes she bent over from the pain but a quick yank of her hair straightened her out.

I paused in my slapping.  A grabbed a handful of her tender breast and squeezed.  She almost screamed, almost.

“Do you swear to never fail the Invisible Collar again?” I asked.

She nodded.

I squeezed her breast harder.  “Answer out loud,” I said.

“I promise!” Angela said.  “I’ll be good, I swear!”

“Tell me how you will perform better,” I said.

“I will suck anyone’s cock that they tell me too!” Angela said.

There was a noise outside the door.  It sounded like a gasp.  Angela and I looked at each other.  We knew.  Jen was standing outside the door, listening.

A pink bloom of shame spread across Angela’s face.  Her hands almost moved from her head.  She looked at me, expecting me to help conceal her secret.

I pinched her nipple.  This time she did scream.  “What else will you do?” I asked.

“I will let anyone touch me,” Angela said, almost a whisper.

“Louder,” I said.  My fingernails bit into her nipple.

“I will let anyone touch me!” she almost screamed.  “I’ll also do what I am told and not give any back talk! I will also let them put whatever toy they want into me! I will be grateful for everything that ask of me and make me do!”

I released her nipple.  That was better. 

“You have earned your punishment,” I said.  I unzipped my pants and took my cock out.

A glaze of lust came over Angela’s eyes.  She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out.  She dived for my cock but my hand yanked her hair.

“Stay,” I said.  “Get your tongue wet and stick your tongue out.”

Angela grinned.  Her breasts were bright red from my relentless slapping but this was sex. She wanted to play.

She stuck her spit covered tongue out. I wiped my fingers against her tongue and covered my cock with her spit.

I stroked my cock.  Angela whimpered and licked her lips.  She watched as I jacked my cock.  Outside the door, I am sure Jen was listening.

It didn’t take me long. I climaxed and seed shot from my cock.  I aimed for her breasts.

My hot seed landed on her sensitive breasts.  Angela hissed but she didn’t move her hands. I added my white come to the red hand prints.  I emptied everything I had.

“You have served your punishment,” I said.  “Do not make me return here again.”

She nodded.  I think she learned her lesson.

I hoped that she hadn’t.