Me and the Soccer Girl Ch. 05

A luxury vacation would be more than I expected as we sit on our 15 hour flight. A massive question whispered in my ear with an answer that would mean a massive change.

"Oh William, tell me if I've got it all wrong but we're on our way to the most romantic place on earth right now. We've just been chatting about this stuff from time to time and I know you might want to wait a little longer but-"

"Lotta, do you think I could be a father?"

"Of course. You would be perfect and it's not like your sex values when you sleep with me will affect your values about our child. You're really nice. Kind. Generous. Tough. Which is important. What would beat fucking the girl of your dreams all day in the Maldives?" I meet her gaze before she continues. "Getting to impregnate her at the end of the night, of course." She puts her cheek against my shoulder and whispers even quieter than before so actually no one would overhear. "When you put me there on my designated surface, tie me up, and make me scream while you squirt my pussy and create life."

No human would have turned down a baby after that sentence.

"What about pills?"

"I haven't taken any. At about four o'clock I'm all yours."

"My rules. If you obey me, this could be very romantic, Lotta. If you disobey, I won't make it easy for you."

"I told you I can handle your blindfolds and handcuffs."

"Those are just two of the millions of things I can use on you. I will make it worse than your birthday. Of course that won't happen if you please me and follow my rules when we get to the island."

- Later -

Lotta and I have just landed in the Maldives, on our very own and private island. A place meant for larger events and parties as there are apparently beds for twenty people. But we have it all to ourselves, thanks to that one lottery ticket. The staff have shown us around, given us each a welcome drink, but it's just the two of us left now. Alone in a million-dollar suite, thinly dressed, and soon drooling over each other, filled with lust over all luxury. Lotta only has time to take one sip of her drink before she snatches my own out of my hand to put them down at the edge of the pool, pulls me down on one of the sun beds and starts rubbing her bikini front against my crotch under the swimming trunks while she starts making out with me. It's a few minutes before three. While she occasionally rubs backwards, I work on getting my swim trunks down. In our making out fuck, I clamp my palms around her ass and slap it a few times when I feel my load ready which hurries her up enough to cum before I do. Spraying her full in the place we are is magical to say the least and for a few moments I am convinced that we have gone to heaven. To paradise. Which we are, of course, but just now it felt literal. And we just got here.

I untie her bikini bottoms and toss them aside. "You will not touch a piece of clothing for the rest of this trip. Do you understand?" She nods. "I will punish you if you do."

"So I am your slave now?"

"Yep, just like home. Only better. And I hope you do as I say. For your own sake."

"Then I hope Daddy gets to have fun with me tonight."

We share a kiss. Then another. And another. More. Then I reach down to my pocket and pick up a box. I give it to Lotta who opens it.

"There was a lot of money left from the win."

It's an expensive necklace in gold and diamonds. Mainly gold though, but still went for almost 20 thousand american dollars.

"Are you kidding?"

"It's only 20% of the prize money, Lotta. Of course you deserve it. I ordered a new kitchen table too, but that's for both of us."

The necklace is made of moving parts that are connected like a chain, which makes it soft and comfortable. In the middle is a larger, flat, eye-shaped piece with pointed ends. A piece of jewelry that now sits around my naked angel.

Time passes and I stand and cook dinner with the ingredients from the fridge. I'm basically done and Lotta should be back from her swim in the sea. I wonder if she knows that I saw her swimming outside the window with her bikini on? The forbidden bikini I banned an hour ago when we were lying in the sun bed.

"Hey! Is dinner kind of ready?"

"Was it nice?"

"Yeah, please join me later. Unless you have other plans... with me."

"I can't believe you are keeping shut."

"What?"

"There's a fucking window here, Lotta."

"William, a boat went by just as I was going in. I didn't want them to see me."

"The whole point is for you to be naked, Lotta. How the hell are you supposed to fuck someone wearing clothes?"

"I am now! I'm naked. I'll be naked for the rest of the trip, I promise!"

"Sit down."

"Will-"

"SIT DOWN AND DON'T MOVE FROM THAT FUCKING SPOT. I'll be right back."

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The best thing about a private island now, today? That there is a stash of thousands of things to torment Lotta with. That's all that's going through my head as I sit eating my dinner, staring at her. I've tied her up before at home in her mother's bed, but this gets you going even more. Upside down, hanging from the ceiling with her head at my waist, and duct tape across her eyes and mouth. Wrapped in an old scabby rope from head to toe with the necklace untouched on the floor under her. When I finish my portion, I eat the portion I had originally made her. I told you I would punish her. But so far it's all just humiliation and nothing more. It might hurt a little where the rope is, but she'll be fine.

When I'm done, I take a few steps towards her and whip her cheek with my cock. "You have one minute to swallow my batch from the moment I say okay? You've managed that before."

She nods her head slowly.

"Lotta, this is an order I'm giving you. You want to succeed. Otherwise you will break the rules yet again." I watch her gape as I rip the tape from her mouth. I take one last step forward and watch my boner disappear. She licks and sucks and nibbles and squeezes, struggling to make up it up for herself. I can't help but smile at how cute she is, stuffed by me. She's doing well, almost too well because she's about to beat the time. And as the whore as she is, she manages to light the fuse and swallow my sperm. "Good job, baby. Sorry, you were seven seconds late." With the tape back on, I push a vibrator up (or in this state down) into her. I leave her here for a while and go out to the lighted pool in the dark.

I dip down to my neck and put my arms on the edge facing the sea. It's beautiful even though you can only see a little way out before it turns pitch black. The stars shine in any case when I look up. To be in the Maldives, waow. All thanks to Lotta's mom, Fia, who bought me that ticket. I turn my head back towards the glass door of the house, in front of my submissive baby inside. My gaze lingers for a moment on the sweetie who twitches intermittently. No matter how much she resists me, no matter how far I take it when I have free rein to play with her, I can't help but think she's cute, despite any anger. Disobedient, sure. Loose, yes. Slutty, absolutely. But always my little baby.

When about 30 minutes have passed, I lose my patience and go in to Lotta and untie her over my shoulders. I carry her out and lay her bent over the edge of the pool with her legs in the water and her buttocks pouting and free in front of my face. I bury myself and disappear between her hills. "Maybe you want a hand up instead?" *NNNNNMM* "Really? Last time I checked, that was on my list of things to do tonight? Did you forget about that submissive ride you gave me after we talked about that on my birthday?" She doesn't answer. It was not something she intended to return after all. "And now you're silent, which I take to mean you've repented of what just tried to slip out of your mouth?" I hear a short mumble behind the tape. "Is that it, have you changed your mind?" She nods. I get out of the pool and carry Lotta down the beach, dropping her so her body hits the sand.

I go inside quickly and come back just as quick with her present in my hand. "I hope you are proud on what could have been the trip of your life, Lotta. It will be... believe me... be after tonight too, but not in the way you would have hoped. And when I'm done... you can bet your ass you'll be used up enough to grow a child inside you, created from the conditions YOU put yourself in."

Above her belly button strangled by rope, below her rib cage strangled by rope, I carve WHORE with her sharp new necklace that bleeds out across her belly to sounds she usually makes when I know I'm going overboard. It doesn't matter today. My weight holds her still and when the signing is complete my action is followed by another. Painfully, my hand tries to burrow it self into Lotta's tight and reluctant vagina while I lick and bite WHORE's cute little feet that make my hard-on reach for the stars above us. It is going in slow but the hand soon wins the battle and it wouldn't have if she was fully against it. I honestly think she's trying to appreciate fisting now finally, but as she screams out of her nostrils I know how she's reminded of how the hand is a punishment tonight. That and my bite marks on WHORE's feet I would want to literally eat but in pain refuses to. I am letting her be fully punished here. Get all that nasty stuff out so we can move on. With a tightly clenching hand in her vagina, sores along her feet, and my cock humping over WHORE's stomach, I make full use of the soccer bitch I've been allowed to sneak out to our very own secluded island where I choose when we're done. Like her birthday last year but thousands of miles from home.

When I first think I am done and let her be served, I remember the actual task I have taken on. To put a child in this body I am abusing. Stopped by myself in my actions, I step off Lotta and release her free of all gadgets and body parts. Completely exhausted and close to going numb, I carry her into our living room and watch me hold the now naked, sleeping, used, (curvy) girl in the big mirror. I continue into our giant bed that has remained innocent all day. I lay her softly there on her stomach and get ready for fertilization. With all the screaming that charged my dick today, I need a spark from Lotta before I can squirt her used pussy. With lube and a lot of spit, I aim my boner at the still (somehow) unused anal and with scary force lower my entire eighteen centimeters down buried in the hole so tight that it feels like I will never manage to get up again. It can be noted that Lotta has also let out the biggest and brightest girl-scream of the evening I have ever heard her utter. I don't blame her after what I just did to her and now I have her full (haha, full) attention. I squeeze with one hand on Lotta's back and the other around her neck, disengaging from the hole I the next second attack just as hard again.

Again.

And again.

And again.

She screams and cries and I almost cry with her. Soon however, my grief for her is replaced with a twisted pleasure.

I burst the trashed girls.

and burst

and burst,

and scratch and slap the bitch across her voluptuous cheeks, and the rest of her body that's turning into the reddest of red. But I still quickly reach a charge that allows me to very soon leave her ass alone before I animalistically and aggressively destroy the WHORE's other hole whose body is shaking and sweating as I fire hot spurts of cum into her canal.

" Let daddy *BURST*

fert- *BURST*-ilize

you *BURST* you little

s-*BURST*-weet WHORE! *BURST* *BURST* *BURST* "

I finish my punishment by hanging the whimpering, again blind, and speech-forbidden body, with her new name written across her belly, back up in the ceiling where I let her spend the night.

After waking up early the following day, I tie her down in the couch where she sleeps until noon. Apologizing to me, romance sparks again and another wet few days of passion.