MENAGE: Public Humiliation (1st time Punishment + Victorian Humiliation, Submissive Fertile Female, Object Insertion, Voyeur) Volume 1- 3 Short Stories Book Boxed Set Anthology + BONUS STORY

by Nicola Diaz

  My nipples are pulled on hard now, my cunt ignored for the moment. But just because nobody is touching my pussy doesn’t mean that it isn’t burning, really burning. This burn seeps into me, through my cunt and into my belly. As my nipples are tugged on harder, the burning meets the heat now being sent through my tits and the whole front of me is very warm now. Again the clamps are tugged on, and again my pussy is on absolute fire. I see that the women beside me are having another orgasm, and I yearn for one too, just one.

  A tall Greek is suddenly on me, holding me up with his hands, teasing the entrance to my pussy with his erection. He turns me to the side a little bit, just so that the audience can have full view of what is about to happen to me. My pussy is open, really open, the clamps pulling it in three very different directions, and so it seems to be gaping open, inviting him into it. As he starts to enter me though, the clamps are pulled on by his thickness, and it really starts to hurt.

  Still he pushes forward, going deeper and deeper into me, really filling me up with his cock. It pushes into me, and pushes my pussy apart in a massive cylinder. His cock really is thick, and it is very long, and still it is going deeper into me. I cannot, try as I might, move away from this invasion. I don’t want him to stop completely, just wanting him to slow down, to enter me a little more slowly. If only he could give me a little break, and thrust into me gently. If only.

  My hips are held down hard in his hands now, and he pushes further into me. I look down, and although he is so far inside me he is almost at the back of my pussy, there is about half of his cock still on the outside if me, wanting in. I can only hope that he knows that there is just not enough space inside me for all of him. I hope that he will show just a little consideration, or else risk piercing me straight through my cunt and into my belly. Then suddenly he is pulling his cock out of me though, slowly, taking the clamps with it.

  When he starts to push into me again the burn returns rather quickly. He goes deeper this time too, really pushing against the back of my pussy hard. I close my eyes, expecting that he is going to slice through me with his dick, but he doesn’t, pulling a little bit of his cock out of me again. Then he is advancing again, and again my cunt is on fire. Soon enough the fire in my pussy is constant, and all I can focus on is the invasion of this barge pole. This cock really is very thick, and incredibly long.

  This Greek holds me down harder, sending his cock into me deeper still. Then he stops, as another Greek comes up behind me. I have barely adjusted to the invasion in my pussy, and this other man seems determined to invade my ass too. One hole at a time I can handle, but that’s not what these men are thinking. They have grown in their tortures, grown in their punishments, and this seems to be just another elevation in my trauma. I know I cannot handle it, but I know that I will have no choice.

  Soon enough the man behind me is sending his cock against my asshole, nudging it, not quite forcing himself into me. He just fucks the outside of my hole hard until my ass finally gives way and he slips into me. Once he starts to slide into me it seems like he cannot control himself, because he goes balls deep into my ass, pushing me against the man who has half his cock inside my cunt, pushing me a little further down on his cock, so that more than two thirds of this man are inside me.

  The man in my ass starts pumping right away, really not feeling the need to allow me any sort of adjustment period. He just rams his cock into my tight asshole hard, too hard, and soon enough he has reached his own rhythm, with little to no concern for mine. The man in my cunt too seems to be losing himself to the feeling of the inside of me, he too thrusting a little harder, a little faster, and a little deeper too now. I am caught between a rock and a hard place, and the clamps are not making it any easier.

  I am now fucked in tandem, and as I look at the audience, they are really enjoying this. As the man in my pussy goes in, the one in my ass is pulling out. When the one in my ass is going in, the man in my pussy is pulling out. They never go all the way out of me though, so my holes are really taking strain. Slowly though, too slowly, it starts to feel a little pleasurable, but there is no way for me to hurry this feeling of pleasure along.

  I close my eyes now, trying to edge myself closer and closer to orgasm. The two men fucking me beat me to it though, as together they spray the insides of my holes with their seed. Then they pull out of me, making space for the next two. Too soon I am being impaled again by two more thick Greeks, and I close my eyes tighter. I breathe out through my mouth trying to bring myself closer to a climax, but it is really difficult when the two men fucking you don’t seem to care if you cum or not.

  My pussy is really ablaze now, and I want the clamps off it. It seems to be bruised, and the dick moving in and out of me insistently now doesn’t care. The inside of my cunt is beating through the burning though, and this is my consolation. There is nothing to be said about the clamps though, pulling and pushing against my lips and clit so hard now that I feel like these parts of my pussy are going to be ripped off me. They really don’t go anywhere though, and I almost wish that they would just fall away, because the clamps will be off me now.

  When these two men have orgasms I am yet to cum. As they pull themselves from me, I can almost not take it, breathing deep now, taking the time I need to adjust to the sudden absence of dicks inside me. Again I am filled with semen, and I think that the men will not want to get all up in this mix. I am wrong though, and soon enough the two men who have just cum are replaced by two more Greeks, not entering me yet though, just running their thick fingers over my curves.

  These men seem to really appreciate my excess, moving their hands gently over my thighs, on my hips, over my ass, and then up the folds of my belly and onto my breasts. The fingers touch me so lightly that it is as though they were almost touching me, not quite letting their fingers rest on my skin. I am sweating too, huge drops, rivers of the salty water making their way over the hills on me. I am suddenly bent forward, and a cock enters my ass quickly. He starts to thrust, pulling me up straight with each stroke of his huge cock.

  When I am upright the man in front of me goes for me now, entering my pussy, making his presence felt. I don’t feel the clamps anymore, don’t feel the burn, or the lack of it. It seems to have gone completely numb now, but as he enters me, as his cock makes its way deep inside me, I can suddenly feel every part of his dick inside me. He starts to thrust, and he thrusts hard. Suddenly though I feel like I could just have an orgasm, but I try not to be too hopeful, just in case.

  I am well on my way to a climax though, and the man fucking my pussy looks deep into my eyes, sending stroke after stroke into me, bringing me closer still to orgasm. I start to believe it, really believe it, and as he thrusts into me harder I actually start to blow. I blow so hard that I seem to send the seed inside me out, past his cock, along with the product of my own orgasm. Both men are yet to cum though, but I really don’t mind. I am satisfied, and so I am more than willing to let them have their fun, and perhaps bring me to another orgasm with time…

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  BONUS STORY - BOUND FOR HIS PLEASURE

  Bound for his Pleasure

  "Heave to, Dominator!" The shout carried across the crashing water as the Sea Witch drew aside the big frigate. Captain Lizzy Turner cast a quick glance at her crew. Able women all, busily doing their jobs.

  The little Sea Witch had quickly overtaken the larger vessel and a few well-placed shots and fast maneuvering had made it clear the Dominator had no place to run. The Sea Witch had forced her into the shallows where coral threatened to rip the hull apart if the captain didn't heave to and strike sails.

  "Ladies! Prepare to board!" Lizzy called down to her cre
w. Lizzy had her eye on the frigate, not just for the cargo she held, but she had a mind to expand her fleet. The women quickly swung onto the larger vessel and the fighting began. By now they knew the drill. They'd been doing this successfully for nearly five years and only lost one battle, their first. They'd taken on larger, more experienced crews and always came out victorious. But this time, something went wrong.

  Lizzy didn't know how it happened, only that it did. One minute, the ladies were winning, the next, the group aboard the Dominator were surrounded and disarmed, and she had a pistol pointed at her head.

  "Do you yield?" The young officer looked like he'd just as soon shoot her as take her surrender. "Aye," Lizzy threw down her own pistol and cutlass. "Harm one hair on any of them bony heads though, and there'll be hell to pay. Where's yer captain?" The young officer gave her an evil smile, "He's already on his way, madame."

  Lizzy watched the gangplank expectantly. He'd either be some young lordling looking to make a name for himself, soft, pale and pasty, or he'd be a grizzled old salt who probably engaged in a few acts of piracy himself. Either way, she knew how to deal with him. She would get her crew out of this and stay out of the noose herself or she wasn't Captain Lizzy Turner.

  She gave her bodice a tug, exposing more of her breasts, and flipped her hair back out of her face. Lizzy had learned long ago that dressing like a man may have been more comfortable, but using her shape and feminine wiles was smarter. Instead she dressed in snug breeches and a low-scooped bodice that showed off her curves. She looked up from her cleavage when she heard one of her crew gasp.

  He strode aboard the Sea Witch as if he owned it. He was tall, broad in the shoulder and lean in the hip. He looked too rugged to be a pampered lordling, but he was certainly no grizzled old salt either. His dress wasn't typical officer either. He had eschewed the uniform and finery for a simple white shirt left open at the throat and breeches snug enough she could see his cock clearly lined against the fabric. He walked straight to Lizzy and looked her up and down, an expression of amusement on his face.

  "So," his voice was liquid silk, "this is the infamous Captain Lizzy Turner."

  Lizzy smiled up at him coquettishly, "That I am, and what be the name of the captain of the mighty Dominator?"

  "Oh that won't work on me," he laughed. "Give up your charms, pirate wench. They won't save your neck this time." He turned to his crew, "Round up the rest of these wenches. Any that know how to respect a man in authority can swim for shore. Hang any who refuse such kindness." He turned back to Lizzy, "What? You have something to say?"

  "That's a long swim t'shore, captain. Have a heart, they're just crew, followin' orders."

  "Then order them to behave and none of them will die by the noose. Mr. Biggs! Make it known that once the crew is disposed of, we will sail out another oh... two miles I think should do it. Where we will then allow Captain Turner the choice of going overboard or hanging."

  Lizzy was made to watch as her crew was forced overboard. She kept telling herself it was shallow waters, with no dangerous currents. It was a long swim, but they could make it to shore. When the last woman hit the water, the captain returned to Lizzy. "Have anything to say for yourself now, wench?"

  She spat in his face, but he only laughed and grabbed her by the hair. "You'll learn manners, eventually." He whipped a rough piece of fabric over her eyes and tied it tight. "Make sure she's bound tightly, we don't want her escaping. Put her in my hold." Lizzy was roughly handed from one man to another, then led down steep steps. The last thing she heard as she descended below decks was the captain ordering the Sea Witch be put to the torch. She fought back tears. So many years of so much hard work, ruined. At least her crew had a chance of survival. If they went two more miles out, she wouldn't stand a chance.

  She was tied hand and foot in a place that didn't smell like a ship's hold or brig. There was no smell of moisture or mildew, only dry wood, wool, leather and beeswax. She twisted around and managed to get a finger under her blindfold and slowly work it up off her face. It didn't do her much good however. She was tied facing the wooden hull and the room was dark. She had a sense that the space was small. She could hear even the smallest sounds bounce on the hard surfaces around her. She heard the sounds of the ship as the crew set sail and began to haul farther out to sea.

  Eventually, Lizzy dozed in the darkness. The ship had been moving for some time, and she'd long ago realized they'd gone farther than the two miles the captain had promised. She woke with a start when a door opened and candlelight spilled into the space. "Awake are you?" the captain still sounded like he was about to start laughing at any moment.

  "Oh, sorry captain, I was just dozin'," Lizzy sassed back at him. "'Tis quite comfortable here."

  "Really?" All the laughter had gone from his voice, now it was pure steel and Lizzy realized she was afraid of the man. "Let's see what we can do about that."

  He stepped closer and Lizzy felt cold steel against the back of her neck. HIs knife slid down her back, cutting open shirt and bodice like they were nothing. He pushed the pieces down her shoulders, then used the torn fabric to tie her arms tight against her body. She was bare from the waist up.

  "You've got quite the tits, Captain Turner... Oh, wait, you no longer have a vessel. I suppose you are Miss Turner now." He picked up the candle and held it in front of her face.

  "I believe you need to learn some manners, madame." The candle waved back and forth in front of her eyes, and Lizzy tried to pull away. "You don't quite seem to know your place. Nor do you seem to comprehend your situation."

  He tipped the candle slightly and a single drop of hot wax fell on her shoulder. Lizzy clenched her teeth, refusing to admit it hurt.

  "You have been taken captive. Your crew believes you most likely dead. You are a known pirate, I could kill you and dump your body overboard, and no one would think twice about it. I cold give you to my men for their pleasure, and still no one would think anything ill. You are entirely at my mercy, madame, and I intend to enjoy it."

  He tipped the candle again, sending a stream of molten wax down her back. Lizzy hissed in a sharp breath, but refused to cry out. Suddenly, she felt his body press against her back. He closed a hand over her throat and growled in her ear, "Open your mouth!" She obeyed when his hand clenched tighter. He stuffed the candle sideways between her teeth, the wax dripped down onto her breast and she tried not to jump.

  His voice hissed in her ear again, "Do not drop the candle, wench!" He stepped back away from her and she felt the sting of a strap across her ass. He delivered ten hard lashes across her ass in quick succession as the wax continued to drip onto her breast. Lizzy was trembling and clenching her teeth into the wax candle by the time he was done.

  When he stepped back into her body, she whimpered and cringed away from him, but he grabbed her by the neck again and pulled her against his body. He was sweaty from the effort and breathing hard. "Let go," he took the candle from her teeth, tipping it to pour wax directly onto her nipple. Lizzy cried out and writhed against him.

  "Think on this wench, next time you see fit to sass me," he blew out the candle and slammed the door, leaving her in darkness. Later, a young man who identified himself only as Jimmy, the captain's steward, came and fed her broth. Lizzy's hands were numb from being tied for so long, and her body ached all over. After she'd eaten, Jimmy placed an iron manacle around one of her ankles, then left just as the captain returned.

  Wordlessly, he came to her and cut away the rest of her torn bodice and shirt. He untied the ropes from her ankles, then from her wrists. Lizzy nearly fainted as the tight ties were removed and blood flow and breathing returned to normal. The captain caught her neatly and dumped her unceremoniously on a narrow berth she had not been able to see before.

  "This is your cell," he waved the candle around the small space. There was the narrow berth, a ingle chair and that was it. "If you need to use the head, there is a chamber pot. Here is where you will live until I decide
what to do with you. Continue with the behavior of earlier and you will find me most unpleasant. Please me, and I can be quite generous as well. Do you have any questions?"

  "I'd have yer name, sir," Lizzy struggled to keep her tone pleasant. She wanted to tell him to be a man already and throw her overboard or hang her. Anything but lock her up in a cell with no idea of her future. "And why didn't you drop me overboard like you told me crew?"

  "For now, you may simply call me Captain. I don't believe you've earned a name yet. And why? Well, Miss Turner, I would think that was obvious. You've used your charms to get your way before. That's very clear. While they didn't work on me in quite the way you planned, they did work. I'm charmed, quite charmed. I'm going to give you a simple choice. You can continue this unpleasant behavior and I will continue to treat you as my captive. You will be beaten, tortured, and oh yes, you will be fucked, probably by my entire crew. Make no mistake. Eventually, I may turn you in for the reward. Or I may kill you."