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The Dunes

By: dalva69



Being around Edward in public is hard. Why? Well, it's hard keeping my hands off him. I mean, a little bit of public displays of affection are ok. Like holding hands, hugging. A little kissing. But I'm talking about wanting to touch him all the time I'm with him. Touching his cheek, running my hands over his chest, running my fingers through his hair. Yes, those would be ok, but I wouldn't be able to stop there.

I would have to grab a handful of his hair and pull him to me and kiss him hard and deep with lots of tongue contact. Run my hands over his chest and down to grab a handful of ass cheek and back around the front to get a nice handful of his balls and squeeze his cock. The man just doesn't know what he does to me. Or maybe he does.

One day we were at the dunes and I was watching Edward and his friend Devin work on Devin's quad. Of course there was a lot of banter going on. Comments that could be taken a different way than they were said, and they often were. A lot of sexual innuendos. A lot of smart ass comments. That was all well and good. That we all felt comfortable enough around each other to be that way.

But then Edward had to kick it up a notch. Devin had to run to a friends camper to see if they had something for the quad. I was sitting at the picnic table and Edward came and stood beside me. I looked up at him and smiled. He smiled back an 'evil' grin.

"Am I too close?" he asked.

As I was saying "No", he turned so that he was facing me and stepped in so he was touching my leg, which put his nice bulge right in my face.

"Are you sure I'm not standing too close?" he asked again in his low sexy voice that really turned me on, while swiveling his hips.

I cleared my throat and said, "Not at all," while I moved to sit on my hands. He chuckled an evil little sound and backed up.

Devin came back about that time so Edward turned to help him work on the quad some more. It was SO tempting to grab his ass as he walked away. Hrm. Things went on like this for a while. Devin would have to go get something, Edward would tease me. The sexual tension between us was building. I'm pretty sure Devin could pick up on this.

At one point, the guys realized that Devin would need some things they didn't have. Edward said maybe one of the guys there at the dune campsite would have what they needed, but Devin said he would go to town to get what he needed. He wanted to get some lunch anyway. After asking us if we wanted anything, Devin left. He gave Edward a big smile and a wink before he left.

Edward knelt down to mess with some parts for a few minutes, then looked up at me and smiled.

"What's the matter sweets? Having trouble with something?"

"Yes, you won't hold still so I can get a picture of you."

So he stopped what he was doing and gave me a great smile. I snapped the picture and then he jumped up and the next thing I knew, he was standing in front of me. He reached for my hands and pulled me up from the bench, standing just an inch or so away from me.

"Is that ALL you're having trouble with, my pet?" he asked looking into my eyes.

"No, no it's not," I said almost breathless. Edward knew it was my time and that it makes me extra, easily excitable.

He took me by the hand and led me in the camper. He had me sit on the bed as he closed the blinds and turned on the fan. It got hot in there fast in more ways than one. He stood in front of me and I tugged his shorts down, followed by his underwear. His stiff member almost smacked me in the face. I couldn't wait any longer. I leaned forward to kiss the plump head. Then I started swirling my tongue on it. Teasing him. Then I took him in my mouth. All of him. I sucked him for a while and then I stood up, wound my fingers in his hair and pulled him to me for a kiss. It started gentle and quickly deepened.

While he was kissing me, Edward gently pushed me back on the bed while he knelt in front of me. Then he took off my shirt and removed my bra. He took one hardened nipple in his mouth while he pinched the other one in his hand. Then he took the other in his mouth. After teasing each hard peak, Edward kissed me again.

"Let me at that pussy." he said and started to push me back.

I took his face in my hands and said, "No."

"No?" he asked mildly shocked. "Why not?"

"You know why." I said.

Then I pulled him to me and kissed him again. He backed me up in the bed a little then had me lie back. He lay on top of me and kissed me some more. He kisses drive me wild. I haven't kissed like that in such a long time. Edward ground his hips against mine making me squirm.

Then Edward turned his attention to my breasts again. He started sucking and pinching. And then he started biting.

"Mmmm. Oh yess. Harder." I said grabbing his hair and all but smashing his face into my breast.

He did. Pinching the other harder too. He kept going between both nipples. At one point, I almost screamed out his name.

"Oh Edward! OH," it was a cry out between pleasure and pain. The pain was actually causing me pleasure. It actually caused me to have an orgasm.

A few minutes after, Edward stood up, still rock hard. I sat on the edge of the bed and took him in my mouth. All that glorious, smooth skin of his cock against my tongue. I reached around, sank my nails in his ass and jerked his hips to me.

"Mmhm. Oh yeah." he said and he grabbed me by the hair and started thrusting his hips.

Edward came so close. I pushed him back. Then I pulled him close again and squished my breasts around his cock. I looked up at him with a smile on my face.

"I want you to fuck my breasts until you cum sweetie."

Edward started thrusting his hips doing just what I said. I squeezed in time with his thrusts. Relaxing when he pulled back. Squeezing when he thrust up. As he started thrusting harder and faster, I looked up. The look on his face totally excited me. 

"Come on baby. Come on. Give it to me. Cum all over my tits."

Edward grabbed on to my shoulders and I told him not to be afraid to dig in if he needed to. It was ok. He took me at my word. The faster he thrust, the harder he held on. I knew he was close so I squeezed my breasts around his cock as best I could. He pulled me close and then unloaded his hot seed all over my breasts. It felt wonderful.

After a few moments, Edward reached over and found some wet wipes and started to clean up, but I took the wet wipe out of his hand and cleaned him up first and then myself. We put our clothes back on and went back outside. A few minutes later, Devin was back. Talk about good timing.

The Dungeon



Raven opened her eyes as the pain ripped through her body. It was dim and cool where she was and smelled a bit moldy as if she was underground. Her eyes strained to adjust to the limited light. Her head was throbbing and she could feel a welt on the back of her head near her neck. She tried desperately to remember something, anything. The last thing she could remember was laughing and talking to the charming gentleman at the bar. She excused herself to go to the bathroom....then just darkness. She tried to reach her hand up to her pounding temple but as she did so she realized she couldn't move her hands. They were tied securely behind her back. For a moment she panicked, then calmed as she understood she needed a clear mind to figure out what was going on. By now her eyes had become adjusted and she was able to make out some shapes in the room. Becoming more aware of her body, she now knew that not only her hands were tied, but also her ankles. The same length of rope was tying all parts of her body. There was a loop around her neck that ran down her back and wrapped around her hands, from there the rope went around her waist and then down her legs to wrap around her ankles. If she tried to move one part of her body, another would feel the pain of her efforts. She was laying on her side and most of her skin was exposed. Apparently her captor had decided to leave her bra and underwear on, the rest of her clothes were gone.

Knowing she couldn't move and that attempting to would only cause her more discomfort, she focused her mind on surveying the room. There was what appeared to be a table of some sort in the center. It was larger than a normal table, much larger and made of steel. Along the far wall she could make out what looked like chains that she imagined would have been used in medieval dungeons. Along the wall to her right was a sink and some drawers and cupboards. She shuddered to think what might be concealed in those cupboards. In the corner on that wall stood a door. The wall behind her seemed bare from what she could feel and the wall to her left had various "instruments" hanging from it. She took a deep breath and wondered about the type of person who had taken her to this dungeon. Just then she heard a noise above her. The sound of footsteps moved towards her right and then she heard a door open and close and the sound of footsteps on stairs. She found herself holding her breath and concentrated on letting the air out and then taking even breaths.

The door opened and a man walked in. He was in the shadows so she couldn't make out his features. Her first impression was of a man of incredible height, but this could have been heightened by the fact that she was on the floor. She strained to see his face and then heard his deep voice break through the silence like the crack of a whip "Close your eyes." It was not yelled, but his voice was like steel and she obeyed, not daring to tempt that anger that was behind that statement. She listened as his heavy footsteps slowly moved closer to her. It took all her self control to keep her eyes closed. Finally, she could sense that he was standing right over her. She heard a soft chuckle and then she was roughly pushed on to her back. Her hands were crushed under her in this position and she winced in discomfort. Her eyes opened from the shock of being moved and the pain radiating from her wrists. Just as her eyes opened she felt the slap of a hand across her cheek. "I told you to fucking close your eyes, bitch." She was swift to obey, her cheek still stinging.

Tied like she was, she couldn't adjust to relieve the pressure on her hands. She felt his breath on her neck and shiver went through her body. It should have been a shiver of pure terror, but there was excitement and arousal mixed in despite what her rational mind told her. She knew she should be trying to figure out a way out, but at that moment, her mind was zoning in on this overpowering man and she could only think to obey. She jumped and gasped as she felt the tip of what she instantly knew was a very sharp knife. Her captor ran the tip along her neck, just below the rope, leaving a red scratch in it's wake. Raven dare not move. Her chest rose and fell as she did her best to control her frenzied breathing. Suddenly, the knife stopped moving and simply rested against her neck. She could feel the blade pressing in to her delicate skin and focused on staying still. Before she could utter a sound the blade was removed and she relaxed. Too soon. Pain and shock surged through her body as her bra was cut from her chest. A small trickle of blood ran down between her breasts. A whimper escaped her lips as she heard the man give a growl of a laugh. She shook in alarm and yet in excitement. She felt her underwear being similarly cut from her and heard the man give an outright laugh. Her underwear was shoved in her mouth and she could taste her juices on them.

"Your body doesn't lie, slut. You like this."

Raven whimpered and tried to deny but couldn't get the words out. He was right, her body was responding to him whether she wanted it to or not. Once again she felt the knife against her throat and then a mouth on her nipples, alternating kissing and licking them. She held back a moan. He bit her nipple hard and she jumped from the force of it causing her neck to press against the knife. A gasp escaped her lips and she swallowed slowly. Her senses were in overdrive. Her mind swimming from the pain and arousal this man was stirring in her. Just as she felt like she couldn't take anymore he stopped. The knife was removed and she heard him move away. She wanted to open her eyes, see where he went but she dared not. Just then she was lifted in his arms and then placed gently on her feet. She had to struggle to keep her balance but she was grateful to be off her hands. Her eyes were still closed, her mouth filled with her damp underwear and her body neatly tied. She imagined she must be quite a sight. She heard a click and then the smooth sound of her captor's voice.

"Open your eyes, cunt. I want you to see yourself." She opened her eyes and found herself standing in front of a mirror that had been hidden from her view when she was on the floor. The image that confronted her both surprised and scared her. Her fear was not brought on by the way she looked, but by her response to it. Seeing herself like that was stirring something deep within her. She stared at her creamy white skin, illuminated by a bright bulb hanging above her. The rope was frayed and pressed in to her skin, and there was still a tiny trickle of now drying blood right in between her naked breasts. A small red line could be seen on her throat from where the knife had been pressed and there was a tiny bruise forming on her cheek. Her pussy was glistening in the light from her body's involuntary response to his treatment of her. She was exposed, naked, vulnerable, helpless. She was his. The thought hit her like a swift punch and she felt like the wind had been knocked out of her. Just then she saw him step in to the light behind her and then bite down hard on her shoulder blade. She crumpled and the only thing that kept her from falling to the ground was an arm that he looped around her stomach.

"Tell me what you see," he growled as he took the underwear from her mouth.

"I see," she paused trying to think of what answer she should give. "I see a prisoner."

"Close," he said and then kissed along her neck, still supporting her with his arm. "But not quite right. A prisoner usually doesn't take such pleasure from her captor. Would you like to know what I see, slut?"

"Y-yes," she stammered as he alternately bit and kissed up and down her neck.

"I see a slave. I see a slut. I see a whore who enjoys being put on display like this." He smiled at her and then with one movement swept her off her feet and carried her to the metal table in the center of the room. He sat her on the edge of the table and then looked at her with an intense, unblinking stare.

"Are you a slut, a whore?" he questioned.

She paused, her lips parted as she wrestled with the question. His hand seemed to appear out of nowhere, hitting her cheek with such force that her head snapped to the side.

"I asked you a question, whore."

"Yes, I am," she admitted her shoulders slumping slightly.

"Much better," he smiled. "And don't look so sad. You make a lovely little slave," he chuckled.

She looked up at him and studied him for a moment. He was the same man from the bar, but in this setting, he had a completely different look. Pure power seemed to radiate from him, his movements, even his voice were strong and in control. A tiny shiver went down her spine as she looked in his eyes and she quickly dropped her gaze.

He slowly walked up to her and then pulled the knife back out from a sheath on his waist. He smiled at her then cut the rope from her ankles first, then her wrists and finally her throat. The blood rushed to her hands and feet and her body shook from the pain. She wondered if he was done with her, then almost wanted to laugh out loud at the absurdity of that thought. An eyebrow rose as he watched her expressions change.

"Amusing thoughts, whore?"

"No, I mean, yes. I'm not sure," the words tripped out of her mouth.

"Lay down. And shut the fuck up. You can't even answer a simple question."

She obeyed and lay down on the table. Her legs were still dangling over the edge and she heard him move again. Before she could react, she was being pulled further up the table by her hair. Whimpering in pain, she pushed up with her feet, helping him move her in an effort to lessen the strain on her hair. He let her go and now her whole body was layed out on the cold, steel surface. She waited, silent, still, wondering what would happen next. The only sound in the large room was the rasping of her breath.

"Give me your hand," he commanded from her right. She reached out her hand and then felt it being secured by a metal ring. The same sequence of events was repeated for her left hand and then for each ankle. The final result was her lying on her back, spread eagled, secured to the table. The metal was cold against her skin and the restraints were unyielding. A tiny wisp of fear circulated through her veins even as her cunt became even more wet in its exposed state. He stood above her, surveying his handy work and then disappeared in to the shadows. It felt like an eternity to Raven, but only a few moments passed before his figure returned. He had a candle and vibrator in his hands. She wiggled slightly and he raised an eyebrow.

"I see I caught your attention, cunt." He lit the candle and began methodically dripping the wax along her exposed body. A drop on her right nipple, one of her stomach, one on her thigh. With each new drop, Raven cringed. A loud gasp escaped her lips as he let a large drop of wax fall directly on her clit. He then added the vibrator and she writhed under the sudden attention her little love bud was receiving. While her clit was being tease and attacked by the vibrator he began kissing up her thigh to the spot where the wax had landed. He circled the wax with his tongue and then bit down, hard. She cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. His teeth scraped the wax off her skin. He slapped her cunt with the vibrator and then clamped his mouth over her swollen clit, scraping the wax off as he sucked and bit her. She moaned and tried to move away from the intense sensations he was giving her. His touch was relentless, however, and she couldn't move. Finally, he stopped his assault on her clit and moved to the drops of wax covering her body. At each spot, he bit down hard leaving teeth marks and making Raven cry out in pain. After he had finished scraping all the wax off her body, he moved to the bottom of the table and without warning shoved two fingers in her cunt. She was dripping wet and his fingers slid in quite easily, but the surprise made Raven cry out. He yanked his fingers out and walked up to the head of the table shoving them in her face.

"Lick them off you dirty slut. You are so pathetic. Lick them off and taste how wet your dirty cunt is right now."

She licked them off trying not to gag on them as he shoved them roughly in her mouth. He laughed and then took his nails and raked them down her body. Her pussy was aching and her clit was throbbing. She couldn't think straight. Her sense were swimming. He laughed again as he walked away, leaving her trembling.

She couldn't tell how much time had passed. Her arms and legs ached from staying in the same position and her body longed for release. Not just for physical release, but also for sexual release. Raven couldn't remember the last time she had needed to cum so badly.

The dungeon was dark except for the single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. There were no windows and no way to tell the passage of time. Raven found herself staring at the ceiling, begging for something to happen. Anything. Her skin still burned and tingled from the wax and her captors merciless bites. Where was he? Occasionally she heard some movement in the room, but she could not turn to see despite her best efforts. Ultimately, she gave up and just waited. Exhaustion began to kick in and her eyes fluttered shut. She fought the urge to fall asleep, not knowing what would happen were she to give in. No matter how hard she tried though, sleep was quickly taking over. Her eyes had just closed for the 20th time when she felt the sting of a blow to her ribs. She jolted and yelled in shock just as a riding crop was brought down on her hips.

"Did I give you permission to sleep?" Another blow from the riding crop, this time across her breasts. She tried to move, to curl up, to lessen the blows, but she couldn't. She could hear the riding crop slice through the air again before it smacked hard against her legs. Her only option was to endure whatever he chose to gave her, so she bit down on her lips and braced herself. The pain was very real, but to her dismay, her pussy was getting wet yet again.

"You're pathetic," he barked at her as he dealt another blow with the riding crop. "Look at you, writhing in pain and yet your pussy is dripping, begging for more. Well I decide if and when you get more. Do you understand, slut?"

She nodded and was rewarded with another sharp blow from the riding crop. "Say it!" he commanded. "Say that you are a dirty fucking slut and that you will take whatever I decide to give you."

"I'm a dirty slut and I'll take whatever you decide to give me," she breathed.

"Good girl," he cooed. She heard him throw the riding crop to the side and then felt his fingers exploring her slit once again. They were quickly covered by her juices and he smiled at her as he licked them off.

"What a pathetic little cunt." With those words he moved to her ankles and released them. THen he let unhooked her hands and she curled up, a hand moving down to her wet pussy. He slapped her hand away. "I know you want to touch, but you are not allowed to, now get off the table, whore."

She quickly climbed down from the table and stood in front of him. He grabbed a handful of her hair and threw her to the floor. "How dare you try to stand in front of me. I didn't give you permission to do that." Her head was yanked back fiercely and she yelped in pain. "Open your mouth, slut!" She obeyed. He opened his pants to reveal his hard cock. There was precum leaking from the tip and he rubbed it against her cheek. "Do you want to suck my cock, whore?"

"Yes," she stammered. He pulled hard on her hair as he thrust his cock all the way in her mouth. She gagged slightly but he didn't care. He mercilessly pounded his cock in and out of her mouth as she desperately tried to keep up. Letting go of her hair, he cupped her face in his hands and slowed down just enough so she wasn't gagging anymore. "Do you want me to cum in your mouth, slave?" he asked her. Her eyes grew big as she nodded up at him. He thrust his cock in her eager mouth a few more times before pulling it out and slapping it across her face. "When will you learn that it's not about what you fucking want? The correct response would have been, "Do you want to cum in my mouth, sir?" Cumslut!" He stroked his hard cock while saying these words to her and with the last word shot his load all over her face and hair.

She stayed kneeling at his feet, covered in his cum, still aching to have some release of her own. "Stand up, slut. I'm not done with you." Obeying, she stood and he led her to the wall with the chains. He shackled her legs to the wall about shoulder width apart and then chained her hands together and shackled them above her head. "Do you want to be fucked, slut?" he asked her as he dragged his fingernails down her chest.

"Do you want to fuck me?" she replied.

He smiled and nodded. "You are a fast learner," he said as he rubbed his fingers against her throbbing clit. A moan escaped her lips and she closed her eyes. A slap across her face made her open her eyes. "Keep them open, whore." He went to retrieve the vibrator he had used on her earlier. Pressing the vibrator against her clit he began to finger her, licking and biting along her neck as he did so. "You're such a pathetic cumslut aren't you? You want nothing more than to have me fuck you right now. You don't even care if I used my fingers, just so long as your pathetic pussy gets to be fucked. Am I right?"

"Yes," she moaned and he sped up his movements.

"Slut. Whore. Slave." he whispered as he kissed along her neck. "Don't you even THINK of cuming until I fucking say you can." She let out a moan and he stopped fingering her and took the hand that was covered in her juices and wrapped it around her throat. As he chocked her, he shoved his cock deep inside her and she let out a strangled moan. He pumped in and out of her fiercely as she struggled for breath. Letting out a moan of his own he continued to ram his cock in her as his cum spilled out inside of her. She shook from the effort of containing her own orgasm and just when she thought she couldn't possibly take it anymore she heard him rasp out one word. "Now." The orgasm that shook through her body was unlike anything she had ever experienced. He let go of her throat as her body writhed in ecstasy. As the last wave of her orgasm coursed through her body she became limp and the only thing holding her up was her chained hands. He pulled his cock out of her and then unchained her ankles, then hands. As the chains fell off, she slumped to the floor. Walking to the sink he washed his hands and then reached above in to a cupboard and pulled out a towel. He threw the towel at her and ordered her to clean herself up and then walked out of the room. The thud of a deadbolt rang out in the empty room as Raven sat on the floor, gasping and shaking.

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The smell of pancakes floated up to him in his sleep and he stretched lazily in bed. He could hear the sound of his wife moving around in the kitchen and decided it would be nice to go join her.

"Good morning," she said as he walked in the room. Raven placed a plate of food in front of him the moment he sat down at the table. He smiled up at her and pulled her in to his lap. They kissed and then he let her go, swatting her butt as she walked away from him. She glanced over her shoulder at the man of her dreams and then her eyes wandered to the door that led down to their basement. A content little smile spread across her face as she recalled the birthday present he had given her the day before. She couldn't imagine a more loving Master and she hoped that He would allow her to spend some more time in the dungeon soon



The Dungeon



My slave collar is hidden under the collar of my coat, so as Sir and I walk into the street door of the dungeon, we look like any other couple. I am carrying my ordinary clothes in a bag, as I am wearing what Sir directed ... a flimsy set of underwear, an old dress, all of which he can cut or rip from my body. From the moment we walk through the door, I am under instructions to be silent, respectful, and without a will of my own. This I can do easily, I feel, as I know Sir and trust him absolutely.

I am lead into a room full of instruments of humiliation and torture. My eagerness wavers a bit. Fantasy is one thing ... this is flesh and whip reality. I try to look around me but Sir says softly 'look at the floor, not at the weapons, not at me' and I obey. Without a word, He pulls off my dress and drags me across the floor to lay me on a bench, pushing my arms and legs to hang down each side of the bench: my head hangs over one end. My wrists are cuffed together under the bench, and my ankles. My black leather hood is fitted into place, blinding me, partially muffling sound, only a mouth hole for breathing through.

As I lie helpless in front of him, I can hear Sir's breathing change and I know that he is excited. This will mean pain for me ... but also pleasure, if Sir allows it. He may not.

Blind and bound, every moment is like an eternity of nervousness till Sir's hands quickly rip apart the panties I am wearing, and He finishes the job with cold, cold scissors, drifting the steel blades over my labia and clit, pressing gently, reminding me how helpless I am. He rips and cuts my bra off too and without ceremony reaches into my pussy to check if I am wet. And of course I am. 'Hm' is all he says, but the disapproval in his tone worries me. I have been well told in advance that tonight is for His pleasure, not mine. I hear movement and tremble. When the flogger lashes at my exposed pussy I am not surprised but the strength of Sir's disapproval is in the lash, six hard strokes. 

His warm hands drift over my breasts, tweaking the nipples, then twisting them till I gasp with pain. He checks my pussy again, roughly, and is not pleased with what he finds there. Without a word he strides a little way away ... I hear the clanking of chains and I shiver. He returns, loosens my bonds and helps me, none too gently, to my feet; drags me a little distance. Having had that brief glimpse of all the horrors of the dungeon, I am very, very worried.

Sir lifts my right leg and passes it over some hard wooden thing on the floor. More clanking of chains, while the wooden bar is lifted up between my legs, my thighs, till it is pressing against my pussy. Casually, my labia are parted and positioned one on each side of the wooden bar, and centimetre by centimetre, the chains are clanked and the bar rises deeper inside me till it almost lifts me off my feet. It hurts. I hold on to it with both hands till my hands are raised and chained above me. I rise to my tiptoes to get away from the pain and Sir cranks the chains a little more so that now I cannot rest back down again onto the soles of my feet: I am soon shaking with the exertion of standing on my tiptoes, and I have no choice but to sink onto the bruising hard sharp edge of the wood, deeper inside me, my whole weight suspended on my pussy. The pain is too much ... with difficulty I rise onto my tiptoes again but my legs are shaking and I know I will not be able to hold this position for long. Knowing that in moments I will have that hard pain inside me is bad enough, but suddenly I feel the soft stroke of the flogger on my back, and know that Sir wishes me to suffer pain in more than one area ... for his amusement.

After a few warm-up strokes, Sir settles into his hard-flogging rhythm and I am in such pain, between my pussy and my legs and my back, that the world is just a fog of pain and misery ... I cannot find anything erotic in this, and I am ready to weep, when the flogging stops and I feel Sir's warm fingers on my clitoris. To my embarrassment and horror, I cum almost immediately. The pain and pleasure mix as I jerk upon that unyielding, hurtful wooden bar.

"Slut" He says softly. And I know that though He made it happen to me, He is not pleased that I came, especially without asking for His permission. I will pay for that orgasm.

I am almost falling down with exhaustion now, and mercifully I hear the chains clanking again and the wooden pony sinks down out of my bruised, dripping cunt and towards the floor. I hardly have time to breathe again, though, before Sir yanks my collar and lead, and hauls me in another direction, positioning me very precisely, hard against what feels like a wooden wall. But it is not a wall. My arms are stretched up and out, and clamped to boards ... the same with my feet. I have been secured to a St Andrew's Cross.

His fingers ram hard into my pussy with no warning. I try not to gasp, but the sudden friction as he plunges in and out of me is too exciting, I cannot resist, my back arches, out of control and I try to twist and turn till some part of some finger touches my swollen clit. Of course He knows what I am doing because He knows me ... and he stops. I hear him walk across the stone floor, press a buzzer, and then return. Who has he called?? Is there food or drink coming? I realise how thirsty I am, and I hope desperately for water.

The door opens and someone comes in. Not a word is exchanged between this someone and Sir ... whatever is going on has been planned well in advance of our arrival tonight. Blind behind my mask, I am now extremely nervous. And when I hear two sets of booted feet approaching my body, the nerves turn to real fear. I am totally exposed and vulnerable, and Sir has brought another pair of eyes to feast upon my humiliation! A stranger! Rough hands pull my labia apart .. I think they are His hands ... and His voice says coldly 'There is the cunt for your use ... use it as you see fit'. Oh no. I am trembling with fear now and I think a little pee has escaped and is trickling down my legs. I am blushing with shame.

Sir's hands now cup my breasts, lifting them gently and letting them fall. 

"She has reasonable tits" he says in a business-like manner "and she can take a fair bit of pain there. And on her ass. And her cunt, of course. Enjoy yourself. Think I'll go get a hamburger or something .. want anything? No? Okay .. see you in half an hour or so then." And I hear his feet heading to the door, the door opening and closing, and silence. Then the silence is shattered by very loud music -- Ravel's Bolero -- crashing about my ears.

Even if I was permitted to speak, which I am not, I would not be able to say a word, I am so appalled at what my Master has done. Does he know this man? Is this another Master, or just a player? Is it even a man? Am I safe?

I don't have much time to think, because my labia are grabbed and pulled down, hard. I yelp with pain and am rewarded by having both breasts slapped, also hard. I manage to shut up. Biting my lip, I struggle to stay silent while my thighs are roughly pushed apart, a hot hand opens up my labia and a thick, long cock is rammed inside my cunt. I am so wet that this does not hurt, but I am in emotional agony. My body betrays me ... as always ... I may be in emotional pain but my cunt is grabbing this battering ram of a cock and squeezing it and when fingers start rubbing at my clit, I explode immediately. Humiliation does this to me. I am so ashamed. But there is no time for that -- his fingers keep rubbing at my clit, which as I have just cum is very sensitive, and it hurts badly for a few moments and then begins to respond. To my horror, I am moaning and arching again, aching for another orgasm, trembling all over.

"Please" I beg him.

"Please what?" The voice is thick with lust, a deep male voice.

"Please Sir may I cum?"

No answer, but his fingers continue at my clit and his cock continues to thrust deep into my soaking cunt. I am not sure whether his silence means that I can cum or not; but my clit is about to explode again and his fingers rub ever more gently there. I can feel the orgasm beginning ... and he takes his fingers away, takes his cock out of me.

"No" he says, calmly.

I can feel the wetness flowing down my shaking thighs .. did he cum? Or is all that my own juices? I'm past caring, all I can think about is the orgasm which still threatens to take over, the need for release, the certainty of punishment if I cum and the terrible desperate need to cum and the fact that this stranger is looking at me, knowing what a state I am in, his fingers now pulling and twisting at my nipples, digging in with his fingernails, knowing he is pushing me over the edge and daring me to do it, to let go, to explode with pleasure knowing that pain will follow swift and hard.

I am almost giving in to my own needs, allowing the swelling of my clit to build up to the point where I can no longer resist, when suddenly I am off my feet and the clanking of chains moves the Cross round forty five degrees so that I am lying sideways.

"Better" says my tormentor, and pushes his cock into my mouth, and grinds his hips so that my throat is invaded over and over again, just (he is astute!) to the point of my gagging and no more. 

And then ... to my horror ... while he is fucking my mouth, another cock slides into my cunt! Who the hell ...? I have no breath to ask with ... I have no mind of my own ... I am dissolving in lust, my insides are turning to warm liquid, and despite the best efforts of what is left of my mind, my whole body is shaking again, my mouth and my cunt wet and eager and sucking and clenching, no longer 'me' ... just a greedy, lustful slut with a huge appetite for cock which is being most plentifully fed.

Both cocks withdraw: I sense, rather than hear, the two men changing positions ... this time, the one fucking my mouth is crushing my breasts, just enough to hurt deliciously and that little bit more which demands submission ... the one fucking my cunt is gently teasing my clit. My mouth is full of cock so I cannot ask for permission to cum, but my body must be showing them all too clearly how soaked in lust I have become, how my back is arching again, my hips shuddering, my breathing changing as they increase their fucking and their tormenting till finally without permission I cum, bucking and screaming, a mighty orgasm which leaves me quaking and exhausted. I hang limply on the Cross awaiting the inevitable punishment ... but none comes.

Instead, the Cross is clanked right way up again and my bonds are loosened. I can hardly stand, and two pairs of strong arms support and guide me to a soft, comfortable seat, where I am positioned without bonds, but with my arms placed behind my back. Someone opens my mouth with his hands, and I feel two rock hard cocks prodding inside there, my lips stretched as far as they can go, my well trained tongue working busily to lick each cock as they both tremble towards orgasm, and in moments, two jets of cum hit the back of my throat ... I swallow obediently and hang my head.

After a minute or so, I feel the ties of my leather hood being undone, and it is gently lifted off me. Blinking in the light I open my eyes to find ... my Master, handing me a glass of champagne! And another man I have never met before. They are grinning at me. I am confused. My Master leans down and whispers softly in my ear;

'Did you really think I had forgotten your birthday?'

Ye gods, I adore that man!



The Dungeon



The Dungeon. Sounds like a fetish club, I know. But it's just an alternative nightclub in the city where I live and study. I love to go down there a few nights a week to have a few drinks, meet new people and listen to some great tunes. 

I must just explain, I am a sub, always have been and always will be, even before this story I'm going to tell you. Well, I'm Willow, an average height 19 year old University student will blonde and purple hair. And this? This is my story of my Dungeon slavery.

It was a Saturday night and I'd decided to go down to the Dungeon by myself for the night, hoping to mingle and make some new friends. I got a few wolf whistles from cars driving by as I walked there, most likely due to my black PVC mini skirt and high, heavy boots. My black studded bra and fishnet crop top probably contributed as well. 

Once I got in, I headed straight for the bar.

"Hey Willow!" I looked up from finding my purse to see Jack smiling at me. He was one of the bartenders here. We'd quiet often stood chatting until the early hours of the morning after most people had gone home. A tall guy, he was toned and strong. Jet black hair; a messy mop on his head, stubble showing on his jaw line. Then there were his beautiful blue eyes. I'd spent hours looking right into them whilst we talked. God I wanted him. But he was a friend, and you shouldn't sleep with your friends, it never seems to end well.

"Hi Jack, I missed you!"

"It's only been about 3 days Will. Now, what do ya want? On the house." I ordered a vodka and coke and told Jack I'd see him later, then made my way to mingle on the dance floor. 

I love to dance, even though I know I look really stupid half the time, I just get lost in the music and just let my whole body move. As I danced I turned to look at the bar, and caught Jack watching me. I smiled and waved, while he blushed and turned back to talk to a man on the other side of the bar. Then they both turned to look at me. It was my turn to blush and I turned away to dance again.

A few minuets later, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned round to see Jack standing there with another vodka and coke in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

"I'm going for a fag break, want to join me?" I nodded and followed him out the back into the smoking garden area. It was a nice night, dry and not too cold. "Another vodka and coke on the house." Jack passed me the drink.

"You don't need to do that Jack."

"It's fine, and it's a double this time." He said smiling. I smiled back and took a big drink. "Hey, you know the other night we were talking about your kinkyness?" I nearly spat my drink out all over him!

"WHAT? I don't remember that!"

"Yeah, you were pretty drunk. I just wondered if you'd managed to get any kinky sex recently? You mentioned you hadn't had any for a while." My cheeks were a scarlet red and I wanted to ground to swallow me whole!

"Uh... no I haven't. Sorry I told you that." Jack just laughed.

"It's ok, it's good to talk about these things. You never know, tonight might be your night." He winked as he finished his smoke and stubbed it out. "I'll see you later Will. Oh, did I tell you that I love what you're wearing, very hot." He smiled and walked back inside. I just stood there for a while, my heart pounding and my mind spinning. I downed the rest of my drink and walked back inside. 

I started to dance again, trying to clear my mind a bit more. I started to feel a bit dizzy; thinking the drink hit me way too hard. I tried to make my way towards the Ladies bathroom but only got the bar where I fell to my knees, nearly blacking out. Suddenly, I felt strong arms pick me up.

"Willow? What's wrong? I'm going to take you to the Men's bathroom, it's closer and I can help you in there." Before I knew it Jack had sat me down on a toilet seat in the Men's, dabbing my forehead with wet tissue. I was starting to feel a little better, the dizziness wearing off. "Hey, you feeling better?"

"Yeah, thanks Jack. I think someone spiked my drink." I looked up to see Jacks face. He had a really odd expression that I couldn't put my finger on.

"I know. It was me." My mouth fell open. Why would he drug me?

"Jack, if you wanted to have sex with me, you should have asked or made a move on me. Not drug me!"

"Well, yes, but you wouldn't have let me tie you up, would you?" Confusion hit me, then for the first time; I went to move my arms. I looked down to find rope tied around my wrists, the other ends in Jacks other hand.

"Jack, what's going on?"

"The other night when you were telling me about you're kinky desires, you mentioned a very very dark fantasy of yours. You see Willow; I'm quite the kinkster myself. And I've liked you from the moment we met, but I never would have thought you were into it as much as I am. So, to show you how much I like you, I'm giving you that dirty dark fantasy. And if you enjoy it as much as I think you will, then you might like to see me outside of the Dungeon. Now, relax while I finish." My mind was spinning as he put the blindfold on me and tied me up. He spread my legs up and tied my arms above my head. My breathing had got so heavy by the time he finished. I gasped when I felt my clothes being cut off my body.

"Jack, I love those clothes! I don't think-"

"Quiet now. I have spare for later. And I'll buy you lots of new clothes if you become mine. But that's a discussion for later. Now, I'm going to put a ball gag on you, then I'm going to leave you to the mercy of all the men coming into this bathroom. I'll leave a glass of water and a note to make sure they keep you hydrated after each fucking you'll get. Right then, you're all tied up and ready to be used. I'll come back at the end of the night when no one else is around and untie you. Have fun sexy, I'm sure you'll love it."

I heard the toilet door shut and I panicked. I couldn't get out of this; he's tied me too tight. I couldn't scream for help. I couldn't even see! So then, why was I already getting wet? I knew this was a fantasy but I never thought it would happen. 'Well,' I thought 'hopefully no one will come in, I doubt anyone knows I'm here.' But I spoke too soon. I heard the main door open and someone walk in. A man with a rather deep voice spoke.

"What's this? 'Use Me'?" Damn it! Jack had put a sign on the door. My whole body tensed as I heard the toilet door open. "Oh my, well look at this." His hands went to my naked breasts and started to grope at them, pulling hard on my nipples. I moaned round the gag, hating myself for how much I was enjoying it, how wet I was getting. "You look so inviting, I would feel bad not to take advantage of you sweetie." His hands left me, then I heard the door shut and lock. There was no point fighting it, I just had to let go. It was hard though, my brain was screaming at me to fight, but my body was lusting to be used by this complete stranger! His hands came back to me, but this time rubbing against my already wet pussy. I moaned even more, his fingertips rubbing at my clit whilst his mouth fell over my hard nipple, licking, biting and sucking. My mind kept shouting at me, but my body was getting louder, the feeling of being used was turning me on so much, soon my mind would be blocked out to let the pure animal sexual fire burn through me.

"Well sweetie, this dirty wet pussy of yours looks like it needs a nice big hard cock to fill it." His hands left me again. Being blindfolded made my hearing more sensitive and I soon heard his zipper being undone and his trousers falling to the floor. I felt his cock being pressed against my pussy, rubbing against my clit and hole, teasing me. I moaned again. "Oh you like that don't you? You like being teased? You dirty little slut. You need what a slut deserves!" He pushed into me with such force it shook my whole body. God he was big, he filled my tight pussy completely, and it felt oh so good! He started fucking me, thrusting his cock hard into me. I was screaming around my gag, moister running down from the corner of my mouth as I did so. His body slammed into me, I'd never been fucked so hard in my life! I felt his thumb on my clit, rubbing it hard and fast. "I want you to cum around my cock slut. I wanna feel your pussy tighten even more. Cum for me you little whore, cum now!" My hips bucked as much as they could, the feeling of heat and tingling pleasure rushing over me in waves. I came so easily, quicker than I ever had before. "Oh there's a good little slut, you like cumming don't you? How about I cum all over you?" He pulled out and I moaned, I missed him fucking me already and wanted more. 'God, I am a slut' I thought, but strangely, I didn't feel this was a bad thing, more a sudden understanding of how dirty and bad I really was. I could hear his rapid breathing as he pumped his cock above me. The, as he let out a long moan, I felt the warm liquid cum splash over my chest and stomach. I moaned again, loving the feeling of his cum raining down onto my used, tied up body. I heard him pull up and zip up his trousers. "Let's give you some of this water, I don't want you to pass out of any other guys that stumble across you." He pulled down my gag and I felt a cool glass gently press against my lips. I took a long drink and thanked him. "No my dear, thank you. Have fun tonight little slut." He replaced my gag and walked out the bathroom, leaving me to wait for another man to find me tied up, dripping wet and covered in cum... ready to be used again.

I heard a lot of guys walking in, but none of them discovered me. Then, I heard two younger sounding guys come in, laughing and joking about how neither of them could pull any girls here.

"It sucks man, neither of us are getting laid tonight!"

"Not with all these frigid chicks around." Then I heard the door swing open. "Holy shit!"

"What dude? Woah!" Even though I was blindfolded I could feel theirs stares on me. I squirmed under their eyes, feeling so embarrassed, but so hot at the same time. "Well man, I think our luck just turned." I could hear the smile in his voice, then the other spoke.

"Hey there sexy, you ready to be fucked by two guys at once? I bet you're already wet." I felt three fingers push deep into my soaked pussy. "Oh she is, I bet she loves it when guys do this; use her like this." Two other hands went to my breasts, groping and pinching my nipples. I couldn't help but moan around my gag. Then I heard trousers unzipping and felt one of them climb on top of me.

"That mouths too good to waste with a gag." He wrenched it from my mouth and pushed his cock into my mouth before I had a chance to breathe. I felt the other shove his cock into me hard, grabbing onto my legs to get in even harder. The one on top of me was fucking my face so hard, slamming into the back of my throat. My eyes were watering under my blindfold from the brutal fucking I was getting. One of them was pinching my nipples so damn hard I thought he might pull them right off! 

The one on top of me pulled his cock out of my mouth and shoved the gag back in its place. The other guy also pulled out. I thought it was over until they lifted me, and one of them slid underneath me so I was sitting on him. 

"I bet we can get two cocks in this little pussy." I felt both their heads push against my hole and I screamed around my gag, making hardly any noise. I could feel them both pushing in, stretching me and even though it hurt, the feeling of it all made my head swim. I moaned as they both fucked me, one of them slapping my breasts. I was so close to cumming when I heard them both groan, feeling their cum fill me. 

They pulled out and moved out from under me. I was panting, dripping with my own juice and they're cum and no doubt had tears running over my cheeks.

"Thanks for that sexy, have a good night!" The other one laughed as they walked out, not even closing my cubicle door. The bathroom door opened as soon as it closed, and whoever walked in now could see me instantly.

"What the..." Whoever he was, he sounded concerned. I heard him walk into my cubicle and shut the door behind him. His fingers brushed the tears from my cheeks and he pulled down my gag. "Are you ok? Who did this to you?" I smiled at his kindness.

"It's ok," I made sure my voice sounded calm and sure, "I want this, it's just that the last guys were rough with me and didn't give me water when they left." I heard the clink of the glass, then the coolness as he gently put it to my lips.

"Here, that better?" I nodded, still blind as to whom this stranger was. "Did they even screw you nicely?"

"No, and just when I was about to cum, they left me. My bodies aching to be fucked again so I can cum." He laughed quietly.

"Well, I can't leave you like that can I? I'm sure you need a bit of nice attention down here." His fingertips gently circled my clit, making me moan. It was so swollen by now; I was dying to be played with! His mouth went round my hard nipples, gently sucking and licking them. Then I felt his lips trail down my chest and stomach, only to pause at my pussy. "Your pussy looks great, so swollen and wet, just begging to be eaten. I just can't resist!" The heat of his mouth hit my clit with such force I nearly screamed! His lips wrapped round it tight, sucking on it hard. My whole body was shaking as he pushed two fingers inside me, making a 'come hither' motion inside me so he rubbed my G-spot. I was moaning so loud! Feeling the flicker of his tongue on my clit as his fingers worked me from the inside, I could barely contain myself. My hips started to rise as I felt my orgasm build to its peak, my whole body tingling. Suddenly, his lips clamped onto my clit again and sucked so hard that I came instantly! I was shaking as he pulled away from my pussy. "Did that feel good?"

"Oh... God... Yes!" I said between shaky breaths.

"Good," I could hear his smile, "Now, with your permission, I'd love to screw you." All I could do was nod, then I felt him enter me. He leant over me as he did so, his mouth finding my nipples again. I could feel him slowly push in and out of me, fucking me slowly and gently. I let out a sigh, loving the way it felt as his cock brushed against my G-spot. He started to whisper in my ear, "I won't last very long, but I love the way it feels to fuck you. I hope you like it too." I moaned into his ear a quite 'I do' as I felt his body still over me. He groaned into my ear as he came, pumping even more hot cum into my pussy. After a few moments of resting and heavy breathing, he moved off me and I soon felt the glass of water pressed to my lips again, then the gag being replaced. "I hope you get some more nicer lovers tonight. Thank you Hun." And with that the toilet door closed again. 

I must have fallen asleep soon after that, 'cus the next thing next thing I knew, strong hands were untying me. Once my arms and legs were let down, my gag was removed and last, my blindfold. I blinked against the bright light, soon recognising Jack as my eyes adjusted. 

"So Will, did you enjoy it?" The smile on his face was amazing, warming me to my core.

"I did, and I think we need to talk about us." I smiled at him as he stood me up and dressed me. He gave me a cocky little look.

"There's a 'us' now? Well, how about we go back to mine and have a chat over some coffee, I'd love to taste and touch and enjoy you myself like all those other guys have had the chance to." I smiled again. Once he'd packed up all the rope, gag and blindfold, we headed out into the club where all the lights were off and everyone had gone. Jack turned to me. "By the way, I talked to my boss and he's let me have the whole club next Friday night. I was going to do a fetish evening, with a slave on display and maybe even give people a show!" He winked at me, "Something for you to think about, my kinky little slave."

To be continued...



The Dungeon



Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venomous, nasty feedback full of violent wishes against essentially fictional characters in fictional situations. If this story does not appeal to you, there is undoubtedly one somewhere on Literotica that will, so your energy will be better spent on finding it rather than on vilifying me.



I'm not sure that the room Hugh escorted us to should have been called a bedroom. Okay, technically, it had a bed in it and it was a room, but it certainly wasn't someplace I'd be comfortable sleeping. It was in the basement of the townhouse that he rented and if this was the second bedroom, I wasn't surprised that he didn't have a roommate. Of course, I don't know if Tracy and I were expected to sleep in this room since I assumed that he and Theresa were not planning to do any sleeping once they headed up to his bedroom. I was Hugh's wingman and I guess Tracy was Theresa's wing-girl so I'm sure we were just supposed to keep each other entertained while those two finally stopped talking about how much they liked each other and actually did something about it. Had I been alone, I would have left and gone home but I knew that Theresa had driven so Tracy wouldn't have a ride home. I didn't want Theresa to freak out if she came and found Tracy and me both gone because I assumed there must have been a reason that she'd had Tracy accompany her in the first place. I doubted that Tracy would want to abandon her friend even though she'd been banished to the dungeon.

"So, are you the wing-girl or am I the wingman?" I finally asked, as we tried to make ourselves comfortable.

"What do you mean?" she asked with a bemused smile.

"Did you get invited to entertain Hugh's ugly, annoying friend or did I get invited to entertain Theresa's ugly, annoying friend?" I explained.

"Am I ugly and annoying?" she asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

"No," I replied honestly, "you're cute and funny so it must be me. Waaaaahhhhh!"

"I can't believe we're expected to just wait them out in this dungeon," she said, sounding disgusted after laughing at my phony crying.

"What are we supposed to do?" I asked, "Are we supposed to hook up, too?"

"Do you want to?" she asked, with what sounded like interest.

"Let's play a game," I suggested, figuring we should just cut to the chase and try to make the most of the situation we were in, "Let's see how many orgasms you can have by the time Theresa gets done upstairs."

"What about you?" she asked, which was an encouraging response.

"Let's just focus on you for now," I replied.

"Why?" she asked.

"Well, this way, when Theresa comes back," I explained, "she'll learn that the ugly, annoying guy tries harder."

"First of all," she said, "you're not ugly or annoying but, second, I do admire your generous nature so I'm totally up for your game."

"Okay," I went on, "how about this: I manually stimulate you to orgasm until you ask me to stop, then I switch to oral stimulation, again until you ask me to stop, then let's call it traditional stimulation."

"So, finger me, eat me, fuck me," she concisely summarized, "sounds like a trip."

We reclined on a bed that made me think of a prison cot and, as I started to unfasten her jeans, she pulled my face to hers and kissed me. I kissed her back with equal passion because I actually did find her quite attractive. She was a brunette with nice sized tits and some real curves compared to her friend Theresa, who had long, auburn hair and was quite thin. They were both pretty but I'd bet that, when they were out together, Theresa got more attention than Tracy did. I thought that was a crime, which is one reason that I wanted this to be all about her...at least initially.

I slipped my hand inside her panties and through her trim bush until I found her juicy pussy and started to lightly caress her clit. She pulled her mouth from mine briefly to let out a moan but we were quickly making out again even more passionately as she started rocking her hips rhythmically. I mainly focused my ministrations on her clit but occasionally I'd slip my finger down into her pussy to use some of her abundant juices to continually coat her clit. It didn't take long before she was tensing up slightly though obviously trying to remain relaxed. When she pulled her mouth from mine and let out a gasping cry, her body started to tremble so I smiled as she rode out her first orgasm.

She took a minute to catch her breath after she'd finished cumming and looked up at me with a smile as I continued to stroke her clit. She didn't try to kiss me again and I realized why when she started to gasp, still with a big smile on her face but now with her eyes closed. I don't know if it was like dominoes, but once she had the first orgasm, the second one seemed to build up a lot more quickly. Her gasping soon became moaning as she started to tense up again and, moments later, her body was shaking again.

After this one, she didn't open her eyes again; she just went right back to breathing rapidly with that big smile on her face. I realized as I dipped into her pussy for more lubrication that her pussy had become a lot wetter and more engorged since we'd started. I was looking forward to eating her to lap up her juices and fucking her to feel that engorged pussy wrapped around my tool, which was currently trying to burst from my jeans. It took about as much time between the second and third orgasm as it had between the first and second, which was less time than it had taken for her to have the first. As her body trembled again while she moaned, I was wondering if she was going to cum so easily all night.

"Ready to move on?" she asked breathlessly once she'd finished cumming for the third time. I was so I slipped my hand from her panties and got up on my knees to start working her jeans and panties down. Her bush was trim and dark brown and already matted with her copious juices so I was soon kneeling beside the bed as she positioned herself lying back across it with her head propped up on the pillows placed against the wall. Her legs were spread wide so I kissed her smooth inner thighs before running my tongue up her slit. She grabbed my head and moaned again as I started to lap up her pungent juices, rocking her hips toward my face. I looked up beyond her jutting tits to her face and we made eye contact, though the passionate expression on her face didn't allow her to smile.

Slipping a finger into her to feel how snug and slippery she was, I redirected my licking to her clit and she immediately moaned even louder. Pumping my finger in and out, I licked and sucked her clit while feeling a lot more positive about our exile to this dungeon. There was no doubt that I would be getting laid and, based on the number of orgasms she'd had already, I also suspected that this would not be our only encounter. Not only that, but I genuinely was enjoying eating her pussy, though I doubted it was as much as she was enjoying being eaten. Her breathing rate rapidly picked up again as she moved her hips faster and faster. Still holding my head, she started to tense up again until she let out a low moan and her body started to shake as she came again.

The recovery time between orgasms started to diminish with me eating her until they were occurring almost on top of each other. I was pretty sure that when she stopped me and suggested we move on that she'd had five in addition to the three manual ones. I straightened up and sucked her juices off my finger then stood as she sat up and reached for my belt. She undid my belt and opened my jeans, then worked them down until my throbbing tool popped out in her face. She briefly wrapped her lips around it while caressing my balls and gave me a quick demonstration of her oral skill.

"So what position will make it the easiest for you to cum?" I asked when she slipped my cock from her mouth.

"At this point," she replied, "it wouldn't matter. However you slip your cock into me, I'll be cumming like crazy."

"Okay, well, my staying power will be greatly increased if you are on top," I confessed, "so why don't we start there?"

As I pulled my shirt off, she worked my jeans and underwear the rest of the way down and helped me out of both them and my shoes and socks. I sat beside her on the bed and helped her out of her shirt and bra, exposing a really nice set of tits topped with large areolas and hard nipples. As I moved the pillows and lay back, she straddled me and guided my cock to her pussy before sitting down on it. We both moaned as her hot, snug pussy engulfed my rigid tool, then she started to slowly ride me while I caressed her big titties. Her pussy felt incredible as wet and hot and slippery as it was but, due to the way she had elected to ride me, I was relieved that I didn't feel like I was going to cum immediately.

True to form, it only took a few minutes of humping my cock before Tracy started to shake again as she had yet another orgasm. She continued riding me and was obviously building up to the next one when there was a quick knock on the door before it suddenly opened.

"Tracy, do you want to..." Theresa started before trailing off at the sight of us naked and fucking, "Oh my God, I'm sorry."

"No, wait," Tracy moaned out before Theresa walked out but still riding me as hard as she had been, "what's going on?"

"It can wait," Theresa replied but now watching us intently rather than trying to bolt.

"No, I'm listening," Tracy said, "just one sec."

Tracy started to shake and moan again as she came and I just continued to fondle her tits. When she'd finished cumming, she looked over at Theresa while continuing to ride my cock.

"So?" she asked.

"Hugh passed out on me," she confessed, "We started fooling around and, bam, he's snoring. I was going to ask if you wanted to go, but it looks like you are in the middle of something."

"The middle?" Tracy replied, "I don't know if I could handle ten more orgasms."

"Ten?!?" Theresa exclaimed.

"Yeah, baby," Tracy confirmed, "you backed the wrong horse, but I bet he wouldn't mind helping you try to catch up. Would you?"

"Parking is currently available on my face," I replied thinking that the dungeon definitely wasn't turning out to be so bad after all. I think the moan that Tracy let out as she closed her eyes again helped Theresa make up her mind. She quickly whipped her sweater over her head, revealing a very sexy bra, then dropped her pants to expose the matching bikini panties. My hands were on Tracy's tits but my attention was on Theresa's as she slipped out of her bra and it remained riveted as she started to lower her panties. Her auburn bush was well groomed and her titties were swinging enticingly as she pushed her panties down to her ankles. As she was kicking them aside and moving toward the bed, Tracy started cumming again causing Theresa to pause briefly then quickly climb up to straddle my head.

I watched her lovely pussy approach while taking her taut ass cheeks in my hands. She moaned as soon as I started to lap up the juices flowing from her slit, which had a slightly different flavor than Tracy's. Tracy continued to ride me as her latest orgasm tapered off and I gazed up to see Theresa's tits looming overhead. I could not believe how this night had turned out and that Hugh was snoozing through it. I had to give him some credit for getting Theresa worked up, though, because I wonder if she'd have even considered this otherwise.

I slipped a finger up into Theresa's pussy to find it, much like Tracy's, very slippery and quite snug. I wasn't expecting Theresa to cum as easily as Tracy did but, with her anticipation of being with Hugh and their foreplay being interrupted combined with her walking in on us, she might be that fired up to prove otherwise. I didn't necessarily care if she came as many times as Tracy did, either, because I assumed at some point she'd be giving Hugh another chance and this night would become a memory. In the meantime, I expected to continue fucking Tracy, so her satisfaction was my primary goal. Regardless of all of this consideration, Theresa did surprise me when she started to tremble and her pussy was flooded with additional juices.

I'd never been in a situation where the woman I was trying to satisfy made it so easy on me, much less two of them. I continued working on Theresa's pussy while Tracy continued to ride me and, by the time Tracy was on her fourth orgasm as a result of fucking me, Theresa was on her third due to my tongue and fingers. I don't know if Tracy just needed a break or what, but she climbed off of me and suggested that Theresa move back to ride my cock. Theresa didn't waste a moment and was quickly guiding my tool through her auburn bush. I made sure to take in Theresa's figure, assuming I'd not have the opportunity again, and likewise reached up to fondle her tits. Tracy eventually came around to kneel alongside the bed near my head and we made out at Theresa rode me.

Again, though she wasn't cumming rapid fire like Tracy had, Theresa did cum pretty quickly after she'd started riding me. I could feel her pussy becoming more slippery and engorged, which felt even more fantastic than it had initially, then she started to tremble while moaning even louder. After she'd experienced this a couple of times, Tracy asked Theresa if she thought they should give me an opportunity to cum by focusing strictly on my pleasure. Theresa agreed and dismounted me. I moved around to lie across the bed, propping up on the pillows placed against the wall as Tracy had earlier, while they knelt on the floor together.

Tracy took my throbbing tool in her hand and lowered her mouth over it while pumping it. I moaned as her lips slid up and down, immediately feeling my own orgasm beginning to build even faster. After a couple of minutes, she let Theresa have a turn and her technique was equally pleasurable. They alternated back and forth while I lay there just trying to remain relaxed while enjoying the pleasure I was feeling. I knew that I owed Hugh big time, though I suspected he'd never hear the full story, but if he hadn't dumped Tracy and me in the dungeon then fallen asleep, I would not have two hot mouths currently taking turns sucking my cock. As much as I wanted to draw out the pleasure that they were providing me, there had been way too much stimulation so far, both physical and visual. That combined with their oral abilities had me on the brink of cumming very quickly. I relished the pleasure while I could but also relished the feeling of finally exploding into Tracy's mouth. She swallowed my load before passing me back to Theresa, who nursed my spent cock for a bit before letting Tracy do the same.

They climbed up onto the bed and sat on either side of me, also laying back against the pillows. I was still checking out both of their naked bodies as they reveled in the number of orgasms they'd each experienced.

"I don't know about you, Tre," Tracy said, "but I like this game and I plan on playing again."

"Oh my God, yeah," Theresa responded, "but I still want to see what happens with Hugh, so if we could keep this between us."

"What happens in the dungeon stays in the dungeon," I assured her.

"Well, in that case," Tracy said, "maybe we should get dressed in case he wakes up and comes barging in on us like you did."

Theresa went pale and quickly got up to grab her clothes while Tracy went over and locked the door. They started getting dressed while tossing my clothes over to me, but I didn't start pulling on my own clothes until they'd covered up the parts of themselves that I was most interested in. Once we were ready to go, Theresa went quickly upstairs to write Hugh a note before we left while Tracy waited with m.

"With or without Theresa," I told her, "I expect to be seeing you both soon and a lot."

"You bet your ass," she replied.



The Dungeon



She walks slowly down the stairs trying to be as quiet as possible. The air is cold and the lights are dim. She hears her master moving about in the dungeon. Taking a deep breath she tries to calm herself so her master doesn't see her excitement within her. Slowly she walks to the bottom of the stairs and she can see her master checking the equipment. She stands there waiting for him to notice her instead of announcing herself.

He soon sees her and invites her to come over to him. She lowers her head as she walks to him without a word. He tells her that she looks very pretty today and runs his fingers through her hair. Soft kisses make her feel welcome. He reaches down and pulls her shirt up over her head and tosses it across the room. Feeling the cold air on her breasts her nipples begin to harden immediately. He lowers his head and nibbles on her nipples, then he bites harder. Moving between her nipples he bites harder and harder making her moan loudly.

Cuffing her hands and chaining them to the ceiling she knows that he is just warming up. Now cuffing her ankles and then chaining to opposite walls she is completely at his mercy. He first puts the nipple clamps on her making her wince in pain. He tells her to be good or she'll really regret it. He then ties the ball gag around her head to keep her quiet. The blindfold comes next and then the ear plugs.

Arms stretched straight up and legs wide open she feels her skirt being lifted and suddenly smack on her ass. The flogger makes pink marks on her ass and she winces in pain again. Again and again he whips her till her ass is a bright red. She feels his cold hands rubbing on her hot red ass and she welcomes the sensation, then an open handed smack startles her and causes her already hot red ass sting even more.

The nipple clamps come off and the neck collar goes on. Thin rope is tied to one ring on the collar. She knows what to expect and does not try to stop him. The rope then circles her breast about 7 or 8 times and getting tighter each time. Her breast now is perfectly round, standing straight and very hard to the touch. The rope then goes through another loop in the collar and is tied around the other breast. Her breasts in pain and very sensitive to any touch she stands there being as brave as she can. An ice cube drips cold water on her tied up breasts. Enjoying the sensation she moans quietly through the ball gag. When the ice cube is applied directly to her nipple she quivers in pain but then succumbs to the ice.

Feeling a harness applied to her waist and down to her pussy she also knows what to expect. He puts a small vibe inside the harness and pushes it inside her turning it on low. Soon another vibe is placed on her clit and the harness holds it there tightly. Indulging in the sensations she is left there for close to an hour.

Cumming so many times she can feel her juices running down her leg and even past her knees. Suddenly a slap from a horse crop on the inside of her thigh she flinches wildly. Smack, Smack, Smack the horse crop lashed her legs over and over again. Both of the vibes still pleasuring her she feels pain and pleasure all at the same time. She begins to cum once again. Tears running out from the blindfold as she continues to cum.

Her tired arms are set loose from the ceiling and they drop straight down. Legs unshackled she feels weak and can barely stand upright. He leads her across the room and stops her suddenly. Pulling her legs apart again and tied down again. He leans her forward over the saw horse type of thing. Her arms are tied once again but this time so she can hold herself up with them. Tied up and bent over a saw horse she cannot move once again.

Her breasts were just about numb until she was bent over the saw horse and now they are really in pain now. Knowing this He squeezes each one lightly making her wince in pain once again. The two vibes still going strong as he tortures her breasts. Soon after the ball gag is removed and a gag that holds her mouth open is tightened into place. His cock slaps her face and soon enters her mouth. He pushes it deeper with each stroke and shaking it in her mouth as he wishes. She sucks him like only she can to please him as best she can. Soon he begins to squeezes her breasts once again. Writhing in pain but still pleasuring him as best she can for what seems to be an eternity. He then walks away leaving her with both vibes going strong torturing her with pleasure.

Smack, Smack, Smack, with a paddle on her ass she almost cries out but she knows better. Her ass turns red again immediately. Once again he rubs her hot red ass with his cold hand soothing her. Then the two vibes are removed along with the harness. She is soo relieved and moans softly and he presses himself against her. Running his fingers down her sides tickling her she wiggles from the sensation. Smack on her ass with an open hand makes her wince in pain. Smack Smack he tells her to be good or she gets more.

Softly he pushes his cock inside her already soaking wet pussy sliding deep in one slow motion all the way in. She moans excitedly and he begins fucking her harder and harder by the moment. She falls forward even more from him pounding from behind her. Almost bent over completely she can feel her breasts smacking her in the face as her body is being thrashed from behind. She begins to cum as he slam fucks her even more wildly now. Uncontrollably yelling as she cums he slams himself into her even faster. Pulling away after she cums he walks around and pushes his cock in her mouth once again and telling her that she was bad for screaming like that. He pushes his cock all the way down her throat making her gag helplessly.

She is able to regain some strength to suck his cock wildly and he enjoys it so much that he stops ramming it down her throat. Reaching down to her breasts he plays with her nipples as she sucks him off more intently than ever. He reaches out and slaps her ass with his open hand and tell her to make him cum and do it quickly. Slapping her ass she flails about as much as she can and still somehow sucks him off proficiently.

He leans back and begins to moan and even yell as he begins to cum. She feels his pulsating cock thrusting deep into her mouth and she moans softly to herself. Quickly he pushes himself deep down her throat and begins to shoot his fluids directly down her throat making her gag and unable to do anything about it. His juices go smoothly down because she knows how to handle it and as he pulls out of her mouth slowly she makes sure she's got every drop so she won't be punished for being sloppy.

As she walks up the stairs she feels exhausted and can barely climb she thinks to herself. I hope that he has time for me tomorrow.

She wakes up early the next morning to prepare for her lunch date at the hotel across town. Bill is a guy that she works with and sometimes gets together with her. They eat lunch and flirt the entire time. When they get up to the room they are like animals and tear each others cloths off. There in the hotel room they are on the bed having wild sex then suddenly the sound of the door slamming shut startles them. There he was her master standing there. Bill asks who are you to her master and he replies by picking him up by the neck and saying I'm her master. He then pushes bill into the chair and stares at her with a very angry look on his face. Her master tells them to get dressed and that they will be coming with him for proper punishment.

Bill tries to fight back but her master is much bigger than him and forces him into the van. He then ties bill to the floor and drives away. They reach the dungeon and bill is carried out of the van with his hands and feet tied. She opens every door for her master knowing that she may not be punished as severely by doing so. Bill's hands are tied and hung from the ceiling. His feet are shackled, stretched apart and tied to opposite walls. He is completely helpless as the mask is dropped over his head. The mask blinds him and there is a piece attached that puts a large chunk of leather in his mouth also gagging him. She has her own mask put on her and this mask doesn't have a mouthpiece, It does however have straps that are wrapped around Bills hips making his cock go directly into her mouth. Bills Dick is soft and it sits in her mouth with ease. She cannot move away from Bill even if she fought it and she knows better than to even attempt that.

With Bill tied standing and her bent over and strapped to him they are in a very vulnerable position. Her master hands her a pile of rings and she is told to put them on Bills balls to stretch them. She puts 10 or 11 rings on him stretching his balls about 4 inches down. The last ring is put on him and this one has a small chain attached to it in three places. Bill cries out from under the mask and the master laughs at his pain. her master tells Bill that the more fussing he does the more pain he's gonna get and Bill calms down.

She is handed a small vibrating butt plug and some lube, She is told to put it in Bills ass and no stalling. She rubs the lube on the plug and pushes it into Bill's ass softly and Bill squirms with pain. The plug in Bill's ass and only the vibe control only hanging out.

The master ties her hands behind her back and tells her she better be ready cause it's time for both of you to pay for what you have done.

Her master puts on some really tight nipple clamps on her and clamps the chain between them to the chain hanging from Bill's balls. She feels much pain but doesn't make a sound or even flinch to avoid even more punishment from her master. A 5oz weight is hung from the chains clamped between the two. Bill gasps in pain as his balls are stretched even further. The master tells Bill that this is just the beginning and he adds almost 2 pounds more weights to the chains. Bill cries in pain as the weights are added one by one.

The master walks behind her and smacks her with the flogger on her ass. Smack Smack Smack he repeatedly whips her ass watching her wince quietly in pain just as he enjoys. She tries not to move as she is whipped so the weights don't swing between her nipples and Bill's balls and causing more pain for her and Bill. Her master begins to smack her in the ass with a studded paddle and this makes her move with each blow. The weights swing uncontrollably from the chains causing bill to wince in pain and even scream out from behind the mask. Her master walks behind Bill and smack smack smack on Bill's ass with the paddle causing his ass to turn a bright red. The weights swing even more now making Her and Bill both wence in pain.

Her master tells her to suck on Bills dick instead of have it just laying in her mouth and she begins to slide her tongue all over his cock. Bill moans quietly as her tongue works wildly on his growing cock. Growing with pleasure Bill's cock pushes deeper into her mouth and closer to her throat as she can't pull away. Smack Smack the flogger lashes Bill's ass making his cock push even deeper into her mouth and swinging the weights even more. Bill is stuck between pleasure and pain and winces in pain but dares not scream out. Leaning down the master turns on the vibe part of the butt plug in Bill's ass. Feeling the sensation Bill enjoys it and relaxes for a moment. Seeing Bill's enjoyment the master hangs almost another pound of weights on his balls pulling them down even further than before. Bill caught between pleasure and pain he convulses uncontrollably.

Walking back over to her the master slaps her with a horse crop on the ass and repeatedly up and down her thighs. She shakes in pain but tries hard not to bite bill's swollen cock deep in her mouth. Her nipples in pain as the swinging weights pull even harder now. The master pushes a small vibe deep in her ass and turns it on hi. He begins to play with her pussy and rubbing her clit until she cums on his fingers. She arches her back and sucks on Bills cock even more intently now. Her master begins to play with her clit with his cock and she moves her hips for even further pleasure. The vibe still going fast in her ass she feels invigorated and filled with pleasure. Her master slowly pushes his large cock inside her pussy giving her even more pleasure so she sucks on Bills cock even harder now. Thrusting himself so deep and so hard into her she cums again all over his throbbing cock. Bill begins to wince in pain as his balls are being pulled wildly by the swinging weights but yet begins to cum by her sucking on him so wildly.

Pounding her even harder now the master smiles as he knows what is about to happen. As she finishes cumming again Bill begins to pulsate deep in her mouth and she can tell he's about to cum. Her master pulling her by the hips and pounding her pussy the weights swing even wilder causing her and Bill even more pain but Bill is still going to cum. Bill explodes deep into her mouth and she swallows his hot cum fast so she doesn't choke but her master continues to pound deep within her pussy. Bill's entire body tenses completely as he cums but the weights continue to swing wildly causing even more pain to his balls.

The master continues to fuck her wildly for almost 30 minutes as he watches and listens to bill cry in pain from the heavy weights and even from her continuing to suck his ever so sensitive cock. She has cum at least two more times until her master begins to have his time. He begins to moan wildly as he pounds harder and slapping her ass with his bare hand over and over again. His cock throbbing inside her he begins to cum pumping his cum deep into her hot pussy. Bill screaming in pain from inside the mask and she winces in pain from her nipples. Her master finishes with a wild pounding deep within her and backs off slowly. He tells bill Next time you'll get even worse. Then he unties her hands and tells her to clean up before she leaves.

As she walks up the stairs with Bill she asks him Same place same time tomorrow?



The Dungeon



Walking around the large room I knew I was in Lilith's place. "Dannie, look at this," Mark said from across the room. He was standing next to an elaborate throne that sat under an alcove that was obviously created for it. "This looks like something Lilith would have," Mark said. 

"Yeah it does!" I said as I gingerly sat down and looked up at him. 

He shook his head, "nah, she wouldn't sit like that" 

"Oh really?" I smiled, "and how would she sit?" 

"Like this." He grabbed my left leg and draped it over the arm of the chair. I was forced to lean back a little and my hips shifted so I wasn't exactly forward in the chair. Next he took my right arm and propped my elbow on the arm of the chair. "Now relax into the position," he said. I let my body ease comfortably into the position he'd put me in. Mark smiled, "you were born to sit on a throne." 

"Now see, that's what I think too!" I teased and relaxed further. 

Mark laughed out loud, "this is probably as good a time as any to go over Taker coming to ask Lilith to come back to him." 

"Yeah, I guess I just have to sit here," I shrugged. 

"Let me do what I have in mind and you can just go from there with what you think." 

"Improv?" I feigned surprise, "you're going to let me freestyle? I'm shocked!" 

"Don't get crazy, it's just this once," he said over his shoulder as he walked to the end of the room. He turned and faced me, "We did agree that Taker had his palm marked, didn't we?" he asked. 

"Yeah." 

He nodded and suddenly Mark Calloway disappeared and in his place The Undertaker stood. I let myself slip into Lilith and watched as he took long strides towards me. When he reached the throne he fell to one knee and looked up at me. His green eyes seemed to burn through me. He offered his left hand to me, as if showing me his mark. "You loved me once," he said, his voice the soft purr of The Undertaker, "it can be as it was then." 

I smiled wickedly at him and leaned forward slightly. I took his offered hand and ran my fingers over his upturned palm. "Oh Undertaker, I never loved you," I hardened my eyes, "I owned you." 

I started to pull my hand away, but Mark turned his hand and grabbed my right wrist. Our eyes locked and something happened, almost like an understanding. He raised up and reached for my hips, pulling me forward so he was eye level with my breasts. He looked up at me for a moment as I wound my arms around his neck. He reached for the buttons of my vest and in one motion he ripped it open, exposing my satin covered breasts. He then moved to the bra and removed it in much the same fashion. I shrugged out of the tattered clothing and returned my arms to his neck. Mark's mouth easily found my nipple and he began teasing it with his teeth and tongue. His hands pulled my hips forward so I was straddling him. Now it was my turn to remove his clothing. I tugged at his black shirt until it was free of the waistband of his jeans and pulled it over his head, then I pressed myself against him. Again I wrapped my arms around his neck. I pulled the elastic from his hair and used my fingers to loosen his braid and shake his hair free. Mark reached to the back of my head and tangled his hand in my hair. He looked me in the eye before he pulled hard on my hair. When my head was back he began using his teeth on my neck. He bit the tender skin beneath my right ear and sucked gently. I knew he would leave marks on my skin, but I didn't really care. I ran my fingernails down his chest and pushed him away from me as I moved off of him. I stood in front of him and began unbuttoning my shorts. He ran his hands up the backs of my legs until he was gripping the skin just under my ass. His teeth found my belly and stomach. He bit my skin and sucked hard on me. I pulled his hair and looked down into his face. Mark tugged on the cuffs of my shorts and pulled them down. Once they were off he looked up at me and licked his lips. His eyes began moving over my body, taking in every inch. There was something that made me feel incredibly vulnerable about being nude before his steady gaze. Again his teeth were on my skin, biting my stomach and legs as his hands tightly gripped my ass. I pulled his head back and settled onto him again. I began returning his bites. His neck was exposed to my mouth as I moved over him. I could feel his hands moving up my back, then they returned to my ass and he held me tightly. I made sure that I left several bites visible on his skin before I wiggled free of his grasp and tried to move away from him. I was crawling away from him on my hands and knees. My intent was to go to my purse and get a condom, but he stopped me by grabbing my ankle and pulling me towards him. I started to protest, but the sound of his zipper stopped me. I froze for a moment, not really sure what was going to happen next. His hand tangled in my hair and pulled hard. In my ear I heard him say, "I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you!" he said and rammed himself into me. With his other hand he pinched my nipple and pulled hard on it. He thrust in and out of me in rough quick motions. I could feel his heat behind me as he moved. I arched my back and raised my hips a little, creating a sharper angle for him to pound into. He let go of my nipple and roughly grabbed my breast, a deep pain moved through my body. I felt his teeth on my shoulder as he bit me hard. A deep groan came from in his chest as he buried his cock deep into me and came. After a few seconds he moved from behind me to the floor. I got a good look at him. His jeans were open and his still semi-hard cock was exposed. I moved my eyes up his body to see his chest rising and falling with deep breaths. I moved to him, only to be pulled roughly against his chest. We lay still for a moment, before I began moving my mouth to his nipples. I bit hard and heard Mark gasp deeply. I rolled him onto his back and began working on his chest. I raised up and looked at him. I wasn't sure where to go first. I decided to start at his neck and work my way down. I let my tongue trace the ink on his chest as I moved down his body. At his belly I bit him as he had bitten me. I heard him gasp and he pulled me up to his face. I thought he was going to kiss me, but he didn't. Instead he sat up and moved us so that I was on my knees again. I leaned forward so I could put my elbows in the seat of the throne that only moments before I had been sitting in. I could feel the heat of Mark's body as he moved behind me. His hands snaked around my hips and moved between my legs to my very wet pussy. I groaned deeply as he easily slipped two fingers into me and began to stroke my clit with his thumb. I felt his lips on my neck, they were soon replaced by his teeth. I reached over my shoulder and held onto his hair. His hand seemed to know exactly how to stroke me, his fingers moved expertly over and into me. His free hand found my breast and began to pull and tug on my nipple. I felt a little pain as he pinched me hard, but at the same time it felt so damn good that I didn't want him to stop. I knew that he was going to bring me off soon. I began to grind my hips against his hand, letting the sensations wash over me as the tension built. Again Mark's mouth found my neck and ears, kissing and biting me. I heard loud groans escape my lips. "That's it," Mark said behind me, "let me hear you cum." His voice seemed to do something to me, it triggered a reaction all the way to my toes. I screamed loudly and closed my thighs, trapping his hand between them. My hips seemed to press forward on their own, as I ground them hard. Just as I was coming down from the experience I heard Mark behind me, "spread those legs of yours Dannie, I want between them." I did as I was told and spread my thighs. The hand Mark had been using on my breast moved to my hips while the other moved to my mouth, "suck your cunt juice from my fingers," he ordered and shoved his two fingers into my mouth. I let my tongue move over the pads of his fingers, tasting myself as I went. I sucked on his fingers as I felt his hard cock brushing against my nether lips. I gave my hips a little twist just to tease him. While I still sucked on his fingers I reached down and guided him to my waiting pussy. I moved my other hand down between my legs as well. I used my fingers to spread my lips while I used the shaft of his erect cock to tease my clit. Mark moved behind me, obviously wanting to bury himself deep into me again. The veins of his cock felt so good against my clit that I almost came just by rubbing him against myself. I teased him for a while longer until he leaned forward and growled in my ear, "put my cock in your cunt you fucking tease!" I smiled a little to myself and put the head of him in my entrance. That was all he needed, he slammed himself into me. I heard a deep groan rumble in his chest and his fingers were instantly pulled from my mouth and moved to my hips. He held me tightly as he began to move back and forth, in and out of me. He felt so good that I almost came. 

"Grip me harder!" I said through clenched teeth. Marks hands held my hips harder, his fingers digging deep into my skin. I knew I would have bruises and I had to admit to myself that the idea thrilled me. I gripped the arms of the throne and held on as Mark pounded into me. I was so close to coming that the sounds that came from deep inside me were primal. I was about to scream out when he pulled himself from me, leaving an empty feeling in my wet pussy. 

"Get in the chair!" he ordered. I did as I was told and crawled into the chair. For a moment I got a glimpse of him stroking his hard cock and my breath caught in my throat. Once I was in the chair, Mark reached for my knees and spread them. He draped each leg over the arms of the chair and looked down at me with a lewd smile on his face. "Let's see how wet this pussy is," he said. With one hand, he spread my lips, while the other probed my depths. He easily slid two fingers deep into me. I felt completely exposed to his touch and his gaze. His index finger brushed against the head of my clit, sending shivers all the way up my spine. I knew my juices were gushing and that seemed to be exactly what Mark wanted. 

"Mark, please fuck me!" I begged as his fingers moved in and out of me.

I heard him chuckle softly, "are you begging me?" he asked. "Are you begging me like the whore that I know you are!" His fingers began to move very lightly over the outer folds of my cunt. I ached for him to fuck me. I tried to lift my hips so that he would know to touch me harder, but he cruelly pulled his fingers away from me. 

"Please Mark!" I whined. 

"That's it," he said wickedly, "show me how much of a little bitch in heat you are!" he rolled my clit between his fingers, causing my whole body to convulse. 

"Yes! Please! I want your cock!" I tried to reach for him, but he pulled his fingers from me and held my hands. He placed each hand on the arms of the throne and held them there as he lifted his body up and slid his cock back into me. I groaned loudly and lifted my hips a little, trying to greet each thrust. I wanted to free my hands so that I could grip his ass as he pounded into me. I wanted to run my fingers over his skin, but he held me tightly. His face was intent as he watched me. He seemed to know that not being allowed to touch him was a form of torture and he was enjoying it. I struggled against his hands until he finally let me go. I reached up and began to tease his nipples as he moved above me. 

"Play with your clit like the good little whore that you are!" he said firmly. I looked at him for a full minute before complying. I reached down and began to tease my clit while Mark's eyes moved to watch. Both of our movements became rougher, more primal as we neared our peaks. I came first with a loud scream and an arched back. Mark soon followed, slamming himself deep into me and filling me with his hot cum. For a moment we remained still, as if we thought moving would cause the sensations to end. Finally Mark pulled out of me and fell to his knees in front of me. He leaned his head against my stomach and snaked his arms around my hips. My pussy was sore from the pounding I'd received and now my hips were beginning to hurt from being spread apart still. I wanted to wrap my legs around Mark, but instead I ran my fingers through his long hair, twisting it around my fingertips. I was still playing with his hair when I noticed that his head was moving further down my stomach, his lips gently caressing my skin. He continued to move until he was between my thighs. I left my fingers in his hair and lifted my hips to great his waiting mouth. He expertly used his tongue to soothe my sore lips and tease me at the same time. He would tease my entrance with the tip of his tongue. I didn't know what he was trying to accomplish but he was torturing me. 

Finally I pushed on the back of his head, "I want you to suck your cum out of my pussy!" I ordered. Mark groaned deeply and slid his tongue deep into me. He moved his hands so that he was supporting my hips and lifting me gently off of the chair as he feasted on my cunt. I groaned loudly as he quickly brought me to another shuddering orgasm. He finally pulled away from me and watched as I regained my breath and my bearings. 

"You look so hot with your pussy open for me like that," he whispered as he looked down at me. My knees were still draped over the arms of the chair and my nether lips were open for him to look at. He used his fingers to gently stroke me as he spoke. "It's unfortunate that we can't let the world see how sexy you are right now." 

I lazily looked up at him, "your eyes are enough," I said and reached down to give my clit one last little caress. 

"I'm taking you upstairs," Mark said firmly. "But first we have to put some cloths back on." He turned his back to me and sat down. I remained where I was sitting and watched him. He sat down and began to gather up clothes. First he put his own T-shirt on, then he picked up the tattered remains of my vest and bra. I couldn't watch his strong back any longer. I leaned forward and placed my feet on either side of his hips. He sat up straight but didn't pull away from me as I snaked my arms around his neck to his chest. I let my lips trail over the back of his neck as my fingers moved into his T-shirt. My teeth found his ear lobe just as my fingers found his nipple. I bit gently and purred deeply in his ear. I felt the shiver move up his spine, but he remained very still in my arms. I continued to bite his ear as his hand moved to the back of my head and tangled in my hair. I nibbled his ear, then moved down his neck, biting and sucking as I went. His skin tasted sweaty beneath my tongue. Finally he reached around my waist and pulled me forward so that I was facing him. I bit at his mouth, but didn't really kiss him. Instead I used my teeth to nibble at his lips. Before I realized it he was standing, lifting me in the air. I wrapped my legs around his waist, thinking he would carry me upstairs to the bedroom the innkeeper had given me. I was stunned when he took several long strides and pressed me up against the wall. Unfortunately, I was still using my teeth on his lips and the jarring from the impact caused me to bite through the tender skin of his mouth. I tasted the familiar coppery flavor of blood and realized I had cut his lip open. Instead of pulling away from me, Mark covered my mouth with his, letting me relish the taste and feel of him. I knew that my mouth would be covered in his blood by the time the evening was over. Mark held me tightly with one hand and reached low with the other. Again I heard the sound of his zipper, again I felt the, by now, familiar sensation of him entering me. I gripped him tightly around the waist as he pounded into me. Our groans became louder with each stroke until finally it sounded as if the entire world could hear the sound of our sex. The wall was cold against my back as he pressed me hard against it. We came together in a loud cry of ecstasy. I clawed at his back and neck, while he dug his fingers deep into the flesh of my ass and thighs. He remained standing for a long time, his breathing shallow and erratic against my neck. Finally he calmed a bit and pulled away to look at me, "this cannot happen on the show!" 

"No, it can't," I agreed. Mark set me down on the floor and I looked up at him. His hands trailed over my face and soon his lips covered mine in a surprisingly gentle kiss. It was a sharp contrast to the very physical sex we'd just had. While we still kissed he bent and slipped his hands behind my knees and lifted me into the air. I wrapped my arms around his neck and nuzzled him gently. "Where to?" he asked. 

"My room." I told him. He carried me up to the bedroom I'd been assigned and laid me softly on the bed. 

He looked down at me for a long moment, "you're beautiful," he said softly. All I could do was smile up at him. He slowly began to remove his clothing, then he joined me in the large, soft bed. He pulled me close and nuzzled my neck, "you also smell good." 

"So do you." I said and took his large hand in mine. He pulled me so that my back was to his in spoons. His body was hot as he held me near. To my surprise he snaked his hand back around my hips and slid it between my thighs. I placed my hand over his forearm and soon we were both sound asleep.



The Dungeon



AUTHOR’S NOTE: The Story of Kellie Castle continues – you must read “The Castle” to avoid being lost in this story.

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When we finished making love last night, I was lying atop of you – you on your stomach – my cock buried in you from the rear. We both were so tired that we dropped off to sleep – me lying on top of you – covering you so that you would not be chilled – my cock still hard and erect inside you although my ball sack had just been sucked dry by the milking muscles of your velvet sheath.

The day dawns – scarcely moving throughout the night – we were just as we fell asleep. My cock – still rock hard? No, surely my erection had subsided during the night. Then I felt your pulses! You were squeezing - then releasing my cock with your pussy muscles. You were the reason my cock was again hard.

I leaned further up your back and began kissing you on that special spot between your shoulder and your neck – that spot that makes you squirm – and you did – pushing your firm butt back against me – and I began fucking you. Pulling my cock almost out – then plunging it back in – back and forth – in moments I began to cum – God! You are hot – milking my cock that way.

Rising off the bed – pulling you with me - we left the bedroom and entered the bath. I poured some scented bath soap into our garden tub and began filling it with hot water – tempered somewhat below the scale of scalding – while you got the washcloth wet and began washing. I settled in behind your back and leaned you against my chest.

Taking your washcloth, I began washing you – starting on your beautiful tits – nipples hard and protruding – succulent nipples – ready to be suckled – I began washing and kneading your tits – reaching down to your mons and dipping a finger inside you – flicking your little hard clit – easing a finger deep inside you. Your moaning and squirming against me tells me how much you enjoy this attention, my pet – for you did not cum before we left the bed – now is your time.

Rising - you reach between your legs and take my renewed erection in your hand – working it against your hot sex - easing me inside you as you lower your hot pussy on my huge cock until you are seated on my lap. Resting there so that you may work those fantastic muscles on my cock while I nibble and suck on your earlobe – causing your body to tremble.

Finally – you can take no more – I urge you, my pet – fuck my cock with your hot pussy – work those finely tuned muscles on me – bring yourself to orgasm – cum for me, pet – cum for your MASTER. Be vocal, my pet – tell me – tell me when you cum.

As you continue that fucking motion on my cock – your body spasms. Your cunt tightens on me – your head is thrown back against my shoulder – eyes closed – body shaking and trembling – and you cum. Telling me – “I’m cumming, MASTER!” I’m cumming – just for you – I’m cumming, MASTER JIM!”

Your spasms finally stop. You rest – still sitting on my lap – my rock hard cock still buried inside your velvet sheath. You squirm – again pulsing your muscles – urging my cum. But I’m not ready yet, my pet. Rising – I position you so that I may play with your butt. Teasing and working on that tight little star shaped ring that is your anus, I slip a finger inside – working it – pulling – stretching your sphincter so that my cock may fit inside you. Then two fingers – crossed – probing and twisting - pulling at your asshole – widening your anal ring.

I ease my cockhead into your opening. God! Your ass is so tight! I press forward – slowly at first – then withdrawing – pressing again – deeper this time – pulling back – finally bottoming inside you. I begin my motion – fucking my cock in and out of your ass as you clamp down on it – forcing my erection to get harder. I can’t last long – at this pace – my ball sack begins to tighten – forcing my hot cum up and out of my sack through my cock and into your ass – flooding your ass with that creamy liquid.

Meanwhile, you are moaning too. It seems that this anal action has my pet worked up and ready to orgasm as well. I turn you and seat you on the ledge above the tub –legs wide – spread for my feasting. Kissing and nibbling my way toward your hot pussy, I stroke your hard clit – easing a finger inside you – searching out that special spot of yours – that fleshy pad that is your G-spot – finding it – rolling it gently beneath my finger as I press and massage it.

You respond – head thrown back – lips thinly grimaced – teeth bared – breath whistling through them as your orgasm overtakes you. And your body begins that earthquake tremble at the onslaught of your orgasm. I clamp my mouth on your hard clit and you cum! Cumming as never before – juices pouring out of you and I suck – suck your juices – cleansing you of all that essence that is so tasty. Finally you can take no more – pushing me away from you, you sink back into the tub with me and I hold you – caressing my precious pet – caressing your pretty hair – kissing your ruby red lips – as you regain your breath.

In time, we begin to kiss – slowly – tenderly – and then, more urgent – tongues dueling for control and you squirm against me – rubbing your hard nipples against my hairy chest. Placing my hands under your armpits, I lift you again – seating you on the ledge at the head of the tub. I turn on the water – warming slightly above body temperature. Positioning the spray nozzle against your sex, I adjust the spray until it is pulsating – water pounding against your clit. Your labia – red and swollen – inviting me – begging me – hardening clit – searching once again for release.

I turn off the spray and begin working my fingers in you – first one. Then two – finally 3 – fingers crossed and twisting and turning – opening you up for me. Then 4 – all four fingers in you spreading your sex as never before. Can you take my fist, my love – let’s see. I fold my thumb along my palm and begin to push – forcing my hand into you – slowly – watching the grimace of pain on your face. I withdraw – pouring some liquid gel on my hand, I renew my efforts – pushing and twisting until my hand enters your uterus with a loud ‘plop’.

Folding my fingers – I make a fist – locked tightly inside you and I begin to rotate it slowly – allowing my huge knuckles to massage your sex – pulling back – attempting to turn you inside out with my fist – then pushing in as far as I can – arm buried well past the wrist now – all slippery and wet with your copious juices.

All this time – you are panting – barely able to breathe – barely able to speak - to urge me on to tell me how much you are enjoying this exquisite torture. Yelling now – “Fuck me!” “Fuck me!” “MASTER – PLEASE – PLEASE FUCK ME – HARD!”

And you begin to cum – your body quivering and shaking – head thrown back – eyes closed – lips tight in the pain of your orgasm – and you cum –juices flowing out of you like a small river – continuing to cum – all over my hand – all over my wrist – making your pussy more slippery than ever – easing my path to your depths.

You collapse on the ledge – legs spread wide and body limp. I ease my hand out of you – a chore made easier by your juices. I lean forward and cleanse your sex of your succulent juice – savoring in the woman taste and aroma as I do. Using a washcloth, I continue cleaning you. Pulling you off the ledge onto my lap – I continue washing your body – your neck and shoulders – your breasts. And you begin to move – coming to.

We leave the tub and you dry the water from by body. I dry the water off my pretty slave and we go to the bedroom to dress. First – my pet. We must have your tight corset in place before we have breakfast. After lacing you up – tightly, I might add – I insure that your beautiful breasts are pushed up and out – nipples exposed – red and hard for my pleasure. Then – the thigh high stockings – attached to your garter belt – firmed and smoothed up your pretty legs. Then, finally your 4” heels – black as all your clothing is.

You go to the kitchen to cook while I dress. Today is the day we explore every nook and cranny of the castle. I’m sure there are places we haven’t seen.

Dressed in black slacks, socks and house slippers, I put on my dressing gown and go downstairs to the dining room where you have just placed a steaming hot breakfast for both of us on the table. I bid my pet to have a seat and we begin to eat – famished from all the early morning exercise. Soon we are done. I retire to the den with a cup of coffee while my pet cleans up.

Soon you are done and enter the den – eyes downcast – not daring to look upon my face. You knew – as is our signal in the past – that once your corset is in place – you resume the role of total slave until I give you permission otherwise. You kneel at my feet – arms resting on the tops of your thighs – palms upward in supplication – awaiting my next command.

When I finish my coffee – I hand you the cup and bid you rise and follow me – telling you that you may raise your eyes. We are going to explore.

Passing through the kitchen, you place the coffee cup on the counter and continue following me. I had spotted a ring in the wall at the far end of the kitchen and I was curious about it. I reached the ring. It seemed to be mounted onto a pin that protruded from the wall and seemed to serve no purpose. A towel was placed through the ring – but – the kitchen proper was so far removed from this towel that it made it all look ludicrous.

I reached for the ring and pulled. Nothing. Lifting the ring upwards did nothing either. Then I twisted the ring. To the right – nothing. To the left – the wall began to move and opened up a great door in the wall of the kitchen beyond which stairs dropped downward – going out of sight in the gloom. I tested the ring by twisting it to the right again and the door closed. Opening the door again, it looked as though there was a bottomless pit beyond the gloom.

I sent you for a lighted hurricane lamp and, when you returned, entered the opening – first looking right and left for the key to close the door behind us, if need be, and to later open the door. On the right side – near the exit – was a similar ring (without a towel this time) and, upon twisting it to the right – the door closed. To the left – it opened again.

Satisfied that we wouldn’t have any problems getting back into the kitchen – we began descending the wide stairs. Stairs hewn in the rock of the base of the castle – stairs that took many hours of slave labor to construct for they followed the wall and spiraled to the right as they descended.

Holding the lantern high – I could make out the floor some 20 or so feet beneath me. We continued to descend – my pet shivering in the cold.

On the floor of the dungeon, I began to survey our surroundings. Dirt floor – black, soft dirt. On one wall there were a series of rings – some high above our heads – some waist high – some barely off the floor. A likely place to tie up and torture a slave, no doubt. Near the wall opposite the bottom of the stairs stood a table – again, hewn out of the very stone the castle was resting upon – very much like the one in the kitchen yet different. This table was more rounded. With several rings mounted just below the table’s top – running around the table in a somewhat symmetrical pattern. Curious, but nothing to tell me why they were placed that way. Some, I knew, could be used to tie a slave upon the block. What tortures did they employ in years past?

I noticed several sconces on the walls of the dungeon – yes – dungeon – for that was what it appeared to be. No windows – no other doors – at least, as far as I could tell.

We went back up the stairs and, after trying the opening and closing of the door again – I closed up the dungeon door. Leaving you to your own devices, I went to town to buy some equipment for our ‘dungeon’.

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My pet had dinner prepared when I returned – after eating, I carried all the heavy equipment down to the dungeon and placed it on the table. While you busied yourself with the cleaning chores – I began to outfit the dungeon for our pleasure – attaching chains and cuffs to all the rings on the wall (except for those that were waist high) and on the table.

I noticed, when I had finished, an extra ring over to one side – on a wall all by itself. Was this, perhaps, where they tied an animal to tempt him to charge at the other ones chained to the wall?

Then, thinking it might be like the opening and closing ring for the door, I decided to give it a twist. To the right – nothing – to the left – a section of the wall opened to reveal a closet behind it – loaded with all manner of torture equipment. Cat-o-nine-tails – floggers – paddles - thumbscrew clamps (for nipples – or clits) – a veritable plethora of equipment. There was even a wet bar installed complete with all kinds of alcoholic drinks.

One item of interest in the closet was a couple of chairs. Just in case you get tired of lying on the table – there was a ‘unique’ chair. For want of a better name, I call it a ‘Love chair’.

The love chair looks a lot like an ordinary wooden patio chair with wide arms. There are some subtle differences, though. When someone sits down, a hidden mechanism clamps a metal band around their waist.

Pressure on the wooden arms, causes two more bands to clamp around each wrist and forearm. When the legs are in the right position, two more bands can be clamped around them.

The chair also has several hinged sections to move it into different positions. As the chair opens, it reveals a small stool between your lover’s legs. It was just the right height for licking pussy.

I called my pet downstairs and placed her in the chair. Once seated, my pet couldn't move a muscle. I turned several levers and began lifting her legs and spreading them.

I sat down on the stool. Spreading her pussy lips, I leaned forward and placed a wet kiss on her swollen clit. Her response was immediate.

Though she couldn't move, there was an imperceptible twitch of her hips. My pet was turned on. Being totally helpless and bound in the chair had her pussy creaming.

I got up off the stool. Taking the leather strap at the top of the chair, I fastened it around her forehead.

Then, I took my cock and began to rub it around her face, teasing her with it. As her lips opened to accept it, I drew back out of reach. After a few minutes of this, I sat back down.

Then, I licked her pussy until she was ready to cum. Each time I felt that she was on the verge of cumming, I stopped. I kept her on the brink until she was begging me to fuck her.

Standing up, I placed my cock in her waiting mouth. As she began to suck, it got harder and harder.

Finally, when I could take no more, I sat down and slid the stool toward her. As the stool moved into position, my huge cockhead spread her pussy lips.

When she felt my cock enter her steaming pussy, her body began to quiver in orgasm. I began to stroke back and forth. The tightness of her pussy was massaging my huge cock and cum was building up in my balls.

Just before cumming, I stood and forced my cock in her mouth. A couple of sucks later and I began to cum, spurting thick gushes of cum down her throat. My little love slave kept sucking until my balls were drained.

I took a phallic shaped dildo from an assortment on the wall and inserted it into her cunt. Then I repositioned the chair where it wouldn't fall out.

I cleaned up and, after going back upstairs to our bedroom, lay down for a nap. Leaving her in the chair with the dildo in place would keep her pussy hot while I regained some strength.

When I woke up, I went down to see how my pet was doing. She was looking in my direction, but not really seeing me. Her eyes had a glazed look and I knew the dildo was working. My cock began to swell.

Taking a hand vibrator from the wall, I plugged it in to the nearby convenient outlet, finally realizing electricity was down here and placed my hand on the chair. Just touching the wood anywhere set up vibrations throughout it. Since the dildo was resting against the wood, the vibrations were sent to the inner reaches of my love slave’s cunt.

She began to cum and her copious juices soaked the chair beneath her. Withdrawing my hand from the chair, I turned off the vibrator. Pressing a button that released her from the chair, I helped her up and over to the table.

The cold of the stone table began working on my pet and her nipples began to stiffen. After chaining her down with the cuffs, I placed a couple of nipple clamps on her – one on each nipple. And a third on her protruding clit – red and inflamed as it was – it began to get harder.

I leaned over and kissed her – softly inserting my tongue in her mouth – sucking her tongue when offered – nibbling her lips – then moving to the side of her neck – driving her crazy with desire. I noticed that the table was becoming wet with her juices.


Releasing her cuffs – I moved to her feet. Taking one foot in each hand – I pulled her toward me until the head of my cock was at her opening. Then – one more pull and it entered her – another and she slid off the table – with my hard cock fully embedded in her. She wrapped her arms around my neck – her legs around my waist as I supported her weight with my hands on her ass – holding her in place as I began stroking my cock in and out of her. God! What a tight position. I could feel my ball sack begin to tighten – signaling my cum and the pressure up through that little tube through the end of my cock – flooding her depth with my cream. And she began to cum. Quivering and shaking – pussy muscles contracting – milking my poor cock of its final spurts of cum as our combined juices ran out of her – soaking our groins.

I let her down and the two of us made our way up the stairs – and up the other stairs to our bath. Running a hot bath – I removed my pet’s clothing and placed her in the bath – climbing in behind her to soak and rest. 



The Dungeon



I lie awake looking up at the ceiling, gazing into the darkness. I'm startled by the sound of footprints coming towards my room. As they reach the door, I shudder not knowing who or what it might be. As I watch the knob on the door turn, I become frightened. Lying naked and helpless in my bed watching, the door begins to open. My tanned frame is curled into a ball on the bed, breathless; afraid I watch.

The door swings open wide, my eyes searching and trying to see the entrance. A dark tall muscular shape appears. My eyes adjust. I smile and unfold my body, moving to my hands and knees on the bed. The form in the doorway is my Master, a very handsome man. Master's tall masculine frame walks to the chest of drawers. I begin to feel the burning in my belly, the sensation of wanting the man that owns me to take and use his property as she should be used.

I watch. He takes from the drawer some handcuffs and a few other items. My eyes become big wondering what he has planned. My eyes follow Him closely.

He begins walking toward me, motioning for me to rise from the bed and kneel at his feet. I climb from the bed and crawl across the floor to meet him. Kneeling at Master's feet, he motions for me to raise my head. I do so and the leash is snapped to the steel around my neck. He tugs the leash and I move swiftly and rapidly behind him.

I'm led down the stairs to a place hidden in the basement. Master calls it, the Dungeon. In this room there are many pieces of furniture, depending on why you're in this room the experience can be pain or pleasure. The Dungeon is a dark place, very dimly lit.

Master leads me to the stocks, opening it he slips my arms into the slots. Spreading my legs wide He puts the ankle bar on. I shudder as I hear the locks close knowing there's no escape.

I watch as Master takes the whip from its spot on the wall. I relax my body so that the pain is not too much. He lays the lashes to my back; the pain is unbearable, but I make sure to utter no sound, or I'll get it harder.

After the lashing is done, I hear Him begin to undress. His footsteps behind me come closer. Standing behind me, Master's hands on my ass spreading my cheeks apart, I feel Him enter. A soft and low moan comes from my mouth. He pounds into my ass hard. With every thrust he becomes harder. The moans become louder each time he enters. I feel His strong hands slapping my ass as he rides me. I moan with each push of his hard stiff cock into my ass. While Master rides me, I feel the locks being opened on my wrists. I dare not move as the locks open. He reaches up and pulls my long black mane, yanking my head back to meet his eyes.

Pulling me forward the leash is latched once more to my collar, and he pulls out from my ass. Turning me around to face him, Master tugs the leash and motions for me to kneel in front of him. I kneel quickly, and he places his hard stiff cock on my lips. My lips part as Master slips his large cock into my mouth. He begins to move back and forth as I suck long and hard taking every inch of his shaft deep into my throat. I can feel the shaft of his cock throbbing as I suck. Moving my tongue up and down the hard rod, I come to the head of his cock. Slowly reaching the tip, I run my tongue across it, and I suck harder on the shaft. The feeling of wanting and needing him starts to take over my body, and I feel my sweet nectar begin to flow.

Master pulls his cock from my mouth lifting me. Pulling the leash, I follow. Wondering what's in store for me now, I follow as he leads me to the cross that stands against the far back wall. He reaches it and drops the leash on the floor, again motioning for me to kneel beside him. I do so as he opens the locks to the cross, my naked frame kneeling beside him, my ass red and stinging, my back welted from the lashings. I feel the pain immensely, but it doesn't matter.

As Master ties me to the cross, I hear the door to the dungeon open. A soft smile comes across my lips. I watch my other Master come down the steps pulling behind him my sister. She is tied to the stock; he then has his way with her.

I feel my Master's grip on my wrists placing them in the cross and then locking them into place. Next my legs are spread wide and strapped in. Master slips the blindfold over my eyes so I can't see what's going to happen. Its dark and I wait in anticipation for what's about to happen. My body tingles as I feel something soft come across my naked frame. Moaning I feel my Master's tongue run across my body, moving lower till he reaches my hot wet slave heat. His tongue crosses my wet clit, probing the inside of my slave heat. I begin to moan louder, my back arching because there is no escaping what he's doing. I can't move.

Hearing my sister moan as she is being well used by Master, makes me wetter. My body squirms as I feel my Master's tongue deep inside me. He takes his tongue out, and I moan with pent up desires. He begins to untie me, and then takes the blindfold from my eyes. I watch him re-attach the leash to my collar. Pulling the leash for me to follow him, we move towards my sister, where she stands straddled at the stock.

Reaching her, my Master pushes me down to her slave heat and tells me to enjoy. Looking up at her I see her limp and exhausted frame. Small tears release from my eyes as I see she's worn out. Reaching up to her slave heat with my tongue, I gently lick at her hard swollen clit, my tongue flicking at it like a snake's tongue searching the air. As I lick at her clit, my hands move up to her ravaged body, pawing at her like a wild cat pawing at its food. My hands make their way to her breasts, large rounded breasts, her nipples erect and tender.

I take her nipples between my fingers and roll them starting off gently, then a bit harder each time. I play with her nipples, my tongue inserting deep into her pussy tasting all her juices. Sucking her clit into my mouth, I hear her moan with pleasure. Looking up I see both Masters standing in front of us, watching as they masturbate.

Seeing them masturbate arouses both of us girls and we begin to moan louder. I continue to suck on her clit, moving my tongue in and out of her sweet tasting pussy. My fingers continue to grasp and tug at her nipples.

Taking my tongue from her I begin to lick and kiss at her inner thighs. In the heat of passion I bite into her flesh, as I release I see a trickle of blood running down her leg. My instant reflex is to lick at it and clean it like the animal I am. I move my tongue across the inside of her leg back to her slave heat, nibbling on the hood of her clit, gnawing at it with my teeth gently.

I again insert my tongue deep inside her. She moans with pleasure again but cannot move. I begin to taste her juices flow in my mouth. I slip my tongue from her and rise to meet her lips. I part her sweet and luscious lips with my tongue, letting her taste the nectar that still sits in my mouth.

I kiss her passionately as my tongue rolls around hers. My hands again wander to her rounded swollen nipples. I squeeze them hard and then trace the outline with my fingers. My lips graze across her face moving slowly downward toward her neck. I take my hand and move her dark mane from her neck, as I kiss sensually along her hair line, then down towards her shoulders.

I make my way back up her neck. I begin to suck on her ear lobes, whispering to her, "I love you", biting and nibbling as I insert my tongue into her ear. God I've become so wet from playing with my sister, Tasting her juices makes me want to explode with pleasure. I hold back.

Now moving my tongue down to her breasts, I take her nipple in my mouth and suck hard. Releasing it I then kiss them. Placing my hand on her clit, I rub with my fingers, making tiny circling motions around the hood teasing it.

I listen to the moans escaping her. As I play with her clit, I insert my finger, watching as her back arches and her hips begin to move to the rhythm of my finger. I too begin to moan, as I listen to her soft and helpless cries of pleasure. I continue sucking her nipples and biting at them as I fuck her with my finger, enjoying the intense moment between us. She whimpers and cries as she cums hard, her body in spasms, her breathing slowing from a rapid pace.

Taking my finger out I slip it into my mouth, sucking on it to free it from her juices. Tasting her I move my lips down her body kissing till I reach her hot and wet pussy. Slipping between her legs, I begin to suck her pussy dry.

I turn and look at both Masters standing there watching our every move. Master Punisher motions to me to untie the girl and snap her leash to the steel around her neck. Lifting my body from the floor, I stand before her, releasing her hands first then un-strapping her ankles. I reach down pick the leash up and snap it to her collar and then place the leash in his hand. I watch as he leads her to a table. She climbs up onto it and then lies down with her head hanging over the edge.

I, myself, now am on a different table in the same position, both Masters standing in front of us as they shove their large enormous cocks into our mouths. Grasping our hair, they pull our heads closer, wanting us to take all of them in. With our mouths full, their hips move faster pushing the shaft deeper down our throats, switching between girls. They seem to be moving faster now almost to the point of cumming.

I want to explode. We girls beg to cum. They tell us no. Loud moans and cries escape from our lips as we cry out in agony wanting to cum.

Then all of a sudden I hear Master yell, "Cum girl, cum."

He spasms and begins to cum in my mouth. Full of Master's cum, I suck his cock till he is dry and swallowing what is in my mouth, licking at the tip to catch anything that is left.

Slowly he pulls his cock from my mouth and moves to my pussy. Spreading my legs wide, he begins to suck the juices from me as I moan in relief. My pulse rapid, my body sweaty, my breathing slowing to a normal pace again as I've released myself.

Looking over at the other table, I see now that Master Punisher has taken the girl and spread her across the table on her hands and knees. I see him fucking her from behind, plunging his cock into her ass. She whimpers and moans as the motions become faster.

Then as my Master, I hear Him yell, "Cum girl, cum now."

She screams and moans as her juices are released. He throws his head back while riding her ass. He then cums hard. His motions slow to a stop. Gently and slowly he pulls out from her ass, turns her once again, and slips his still hard cock in her mouth, so she may drink the last of his cream.

Our leashes still latched to our collars, we are now led back upstairs. Back to our room so that we can rest.

Lying on the bed my sister and I look into each others eyes. I pull her to me and snuggle close to her as we fall asleep listening to the night sounds.