by Powerone
Philip knelt next to her and whispered to her. “Relax and let it happen, Bridget; I’m going to make you feel good. I’m going to make you have an orgasm in front of all these men and your father. You won’t be able to resist my touch. I know just where and how to touch a woman to give her pleasure.”
She felt his hand on her unprotected breasts, jiggling them gently as she shivered in fear. All the men watched as the doctor touched her. Her skin was pink and flushed in shame, but the minute his hands rose and scratched at her swollen nipples, they sprung to painful hardness. If he’d been cruel and crushed her breasts, she could’ve resisted, but he was gentle, teasing her nipples; his fingers went around and around to circle the tips until they begged to be touched. Finally, his fingers touched her upturned nipples, feeling the pleasure as he toyed with them, his thumb and forefinger gently worked the two peaks into such stiffness. Bridget’s hands clenched into fist, trembling in fear that he was correct and he’d give her pleasure as she did in her own bed. “Don’t shame me like this,” she begged, but she didn’t even convince herself.
“I’m going to make you cum for me, Bridget; not only once, but twice, three times, maybe more. You have such a virginal body that’s been denied too long.” He looked into her eyes to see the growing pleasure build in her body.
Bound and stripped naked, she had no choice. Bridget couldn’t stop the pleasure that raced through her body from his touch. Her face was flushed, and her breathing was hurried with excitement as the doctor played with her breasts so expertly. He looked at her with an evil glint in his eyes, knowing that he enjoyed forcing her to have pleasure in front of the men, in front of her father. “No, not there,” she cried out in panic when one hand released her nipple and slid down behind her. It started on her naked buttocks to slide unopposed over her trembling flesh. His fingers moved down behind her, between her legs to touch the soft skin of her thighs as her muscles trembled and clenched as if she could close her legs. “AAAAHHHHH!” It shocked her when his fingers touched her sex from behind. She felt a surge of heat and wetness that she couldn’t explain.
“Arch your ass up higher for me; offer up your cunt for my touch.” His hand found her pussy wet, and ran his fingers along the puffy lips of her pussy from the back all the way to the top. His fingers pushed into the soft pubic hairs to pull out errant hairs as her body jerked in pain. He never pushed between her lips, but teased her first. His fingers moved back, over the tiny, sensitive skin of her perineum and then up the moist fissure of her buttocks.
Bridget panicked once again when his finger became too bold to slide along her buttocks and in between the deep divide of her cheeks. “NOOO, nottt theerre,” but she couldn't do anything but bounce in the tight bondage as his fingers moved closer, until she felt the muscles in her anus go into uncontrollable spasms. The finger circled the tight knot of her anus, Bridget’s body was so tense, afraid that he’d be too bold and penetrate her in such a filthy place.
While one hand milked her nipple, his other hand returned to her pussy. This time, his fingers found the tight slit and slid inside. He ran his finger along the slick, smooth flesh of her inner lips as he heard the sharp intake of her breath. “Your pussy is wet for me, Bridget.”
He fondled her pussy and stroked her in places that no man had ever touched. She couldn’t contain the wetness that his finger provoked as it slid up and down to stroke her wet slit and the full lips of her pussy. “I’m a virgin!” She shouted out in protest when his finger went down to the tight, virginal opening of her pussy. She felt his finger push in just the slightest as her tight muscles fought to keep the intruder out. His finger was insistent to push against the fragile barrier of her hymen, stretching it, threatening to tear it with his finger. She felt relief when his finger pulled out, but then, it moved up her slit again, this time with two fingers, one on each side and they more urgently stroked her up and down. She felt his forefinger and thumb spread apart the lips of her pussy.
“Look how wet and pink she is,” Philip stated so clinically as the three men moved so they could see better. Philip spread her wider, using more fingers to pull her full lips back further until they stretched wide.
No matter how much they shamed her, she couldn’t stop the pleasure that raced through her body as his finger tickled the damp, hot lips of her pussy. She felt his oily, probing fingers touch her everywhere, except for one. “Pleassee,” she begged, her body in turmoil.
“I know what you want, Bridget. Is this it?” He felt her body quiver when his finger rolled up her slit until he found her pleasure button. He wasn’t surprised to find it hard. He ran the tip of his finger over the end of it, teasing it back and forth, as Bridget’s body shook in pleasure. “Yes, that’s what you want, Bridget, you want to cum for me.”
“OOHH,” she moaned loudly, her body on edge, unable to control her pleasure as the doctor drove her lust. His finger knew just what to do; first, it rubbed the head of her button, then he used two fingers to squeeze it, gently at first, but then, he became more insistent, to pull the nub from her body, and stretch it, as she never did before. She couldn’t believe the pleasure she got from it. His hand on her nipple did the same thing, stretching and twisting it. Bridget felt like her pleasure button and nipple were connected.
He had her ride his maddening fingers for long minutes; sticking his nails into the soft, nerve-rich flesh of her nipple did nothing to dull her pleasure; in fact, he suspected that a little bit of pain sent her higher. His finger rubbed her clit until it was too much for her.
“AAAAAWWWWW!” Her high-pitched scream rang out in the room as she bucked to her first climax. She felt her juices flowing abundantly, staining Dr. Philip’s hand with her pleasure. She never felt anything like it; her head exploded and her body shook in uncontrollable spasm of pure lust. She was forced to cum by a man, and she couldn’t do anything but enjoy all the pleasure that raced through her body.
William was impressed with Philip’s skills. Bridget thrashed violently as she came while being masturbated by him. For a virgin, she was very amorous; stripped, and bound before four men, yet she squealed in a frenzied climax. She hung there bound, her body exhausted, covered with a sexual sheen of sweat. “It’s good that you enjoyed yourself.” William looked at Liam, still forced to watch his daughter in a sexual dance of pleasure, naked and bound. “Your father was impressed.” William stroked his cock. “So was I, but now, it’s time for your punishment.
“No, leave me alone, look at what you did to me, the shame you gave me. Isn’t that enough?” She saw her father’s face and turned away.
William turned her tear-stained face towards him. “It’ll be over soon enough, Bridget, and then Dr. Philip will give you pleasure again. You’ll make our cocks very happy with your screams,” he said sadistically.
She didn’t understand why her screams would make them excited. She saw the wooden ruler in Lord William’s hand. It was formidable in length and thickness, made out of hard wood. He’d slapped it on his hand, and the report rang out in the room. She could almost feel it on her body instead of his palm. She jerked violently as she felt the ruler slash across the back of her thighs. It made a dull thud, but the pain was sharp and acute. Her piercing scream bounced off the stone walls. It felt like she was branded with a hot iron.
William had slashed her flesh indiscriminately, but now, he’d take more time to work over every inch of her flesh systematically. The ruler wouldn’t leave any permanent scars, for she was too beautiful to mar, but it would leave red welts and be uncomfortable for a short time. He saw the way her buttocks twitched and her thighs trembled in fear. Her lovely ass was pushed up so conveniently.
“Thwack!”
“NNNOO!” She cried out as the force of the ruler indented her buttock and made it quiver and jiggle in pain. The spot burned in pain.
“Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!”
William was slow and precise as he slashed the ruler across her firm, white buttocks from t
op to bottom, each red mark parallel to the last one.
“Thwack!” “Thwack!”
“NNNO, OOOWWW!” The fresh cries came from her mouth as she bucked and squirmed from the growing pain that raced through her buttocks. It felt like the flesh was torn, each blow brought a new spot that burned in agonizing pain.
William stroked his cock with one hand while he whipped her with the ruler with the other hand. He got such pleasure from her screams, drawing the most exquisite pain to her bent over body.
“Thwack!” “Thwack!”
He paused in between the strokes, but she knew he wasn’t finished. Her screams subsided for seconds until he returned to find new fresh flesh to pummel with the cruel ruler.
“Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!”
She whimpered between screams after each blow, unable to breathe, her heart raced, her bottom in such pain. He worked over her thighs now, not just the backs, but also the inside where the flesh was so tender. The ruler moved higher up her thighs, feeling the air blowing on her naked sex as the ruler grew closer.
“Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!”
“No mmooore, plleassee,” she begged, her words halting as she struggled to absorb all the pain. She’d never been beaten like this in her life, never believing any man would do such a thing to a woman.
“Let me,” Philip eager to show Lord William his abilities to make her feel pleasure in spite of the pain. “I’m sure you can find other places to strike.”
“AAAHH!” She was shocked when she felt a hand between her legs, fearing she’d be struck on her sex, but it was the soft, gentle hand of Dr. Philip that stroked her sex. She saw Lord William move next to her upper body as he bent over, one of his hands cradled her breast and his fingers tickled her nipple. In spite of being beat with the ruler, her nipples were still hard and throbbing. The fingers of Dr. Philip traced along her slit once again, stroking it, making it wetter in spite of what she felt. Her buttocks burned in heated pain, yet she felt her desires return. “No, don’t do that,” she begged, but as soon as his fingers found her pleasure button, she no longer felt that way. He was too experienced, drawing the pleasure out of her body as if she were a trained dog being taught.
“Thud, thud, thud.”
She felt the ruler back; this time, Lord William struck her hanging breasts, not as hard as her buttocks, but he soon had her breast jiggling and swaying beneath the constant blows of the ruler on her soft flesh. Dr. Philip continued to stroke her as Lord William worked her over by striking her breasts. He moved closer to her nipple, but it refused to shrink, hard and throbbing and an easy target for the harsh ruler.
“Thud, thud, thud.”
She didn’t cry out in pain, but that didn’t mean the ruler didn’t hurt. She tried to rationalize it, but it didn’t do any good. He slapped her breasts hard with a ruler, and she found pleasure in her body. She was confused and ashamed at her own behavior.
Dr. Philip showed Bridget his device before he used it on her. He had it made especially for him, made of the finest ivory, and carved to precision. It had a long, slim shaft, but at the end was what looked like a small seashell, about the size of a small grape. The edges of it were scalloped and curled around the bulb. “You’re going to love this.”
Bridget didn’t know what it was or where he’d use it, but she was startled when she felt it between her legs. It pushed into the soft folds of her sex, sliding along her slit to run over the inner lips. The scalloped edges teased her flesh, almost sharp but not painful. It moved higher up, and she knew where it was destined.
Lord William worked over her nipples, slapping the very tips with the ruler. The feelings raced to the depths of her breast, unable to know whether it was pain or pleasure. The ivory rod moved up, pushed, and sought out her pleasure button. She felt the doctor turn it, and it felt like her button was caught up in the scalloped edges and twisted around her button. She couldn’t believe the feelings; it was as though the device rubbed every single spot on her button as it grew bigger and harder. It felt like a sharp fingertip, but it was everywhere, all around her button, rolling it with such determination. Her breathing grew rapid, her chest heaved as the ruler continued to lash out at her nipples with the tap-tap of thuds that rang out. The doctor moved the device down her slit, rolling the grape head all along her soft, inner lips to scrape it so erotically. It should hurt, but it didn’t. She gasped when it went back to her button, rolling it with such pleasure.
“Strike her anus with the ruler while she cums for us,” Philip encouraged William. Her cries soon rang out as William took such care to make sure that the hard ruler hit her anus. Her cheeks clenched erotically, but she couldn’t hide her anus, vulnerable to the harsh slaps of the ruler.
“No, nooo,” she cried out as her body betrayed her once again. The men worked her over, pleasure and pain, confusing her until it all felt good. She knew she’d have another orgasm, and she couldn’t deny the pleasure that raced through her body. Her pleasure button was stroked by that diabolical instrument with such skill as though it knew every pleasurable spot on her body. “AAAAAAHHHH!” She cried out as she came, her body exploded in spite of the ruler still striking her in such a cruel spot. It sent her anus into uncontrollable spasms, but it was as though the tight knot of muscles were connected to her sex. As she came, she felt the doctor’s finger grab her pleasure button, twist, and manipulate it, but she felt something else. Something pushed into her opening, stretching her hymen, and then, she felt the pain as it was ripped open. “OOOOWWW,” she screamed, feeling the wetness inside as she cruelly lost her innocence. She felt something inside her for the first time, touching the soft walls of her virgin hole, but she struggled as the pleasure still raced through her body.
Dr. Philip used the device to take her virginity with one thrust inside her to rip her open. She came in spite of it, or maybe because of it. Both of them continued to work her inexperienced body into a sexual frenzy of pleasure and pain. She was confused, confronted with her own body’s acceptance of pain with the pleasure, and now, she’d lost her innocence. Her body finally slumped, exhausted by the men, forcing her to orgasm twice in such a short period of time. She didn’t dare look at her father, shamed at her own self.
Chapter 5
More Men, More Acts
Dr. Philip handed her a basin of warm water and a washcloth. “Clean yourself up, Bridget.” He watched as she went into the corner of the room and tried to wash between her legs inconspicuously, but all the men watched her.
She didn’t look at them, knowing they watched her as she cleaned the drying blood from between her legs. She was no longer a virgin, technically at least, though no man had been inside her. But, she suspected it wouldn’t be long before Lord William claimed that prize. She was glad that her virgin blood was gone, but she feared what would happen now.
“Over here, Bridget,” William called her over.
She got up and reluctantly walked over where the four of them had gathered. They were in front of her father, and she feared what they would make him watch her do. She still couldn’t look at him. The men stood there with the brief pouches bulging with their erections.
“Kneel down. NOW!” His voice rose up high, as he demanded her obedience. She finally obeyed. “Back straight, head up, face forward.” He stood in front of her and forced her to look directly at his cock. “I said face forward!” He yelled at her when she tried to turn away. Philip moved next to her with the ruler in his hand. “Legs apart,” he tapped the inside of her thighs until she started to spread them. “Wider, open up, Bridget.” He tapped her thighs until her knees were far apart. “Straighten up,” he urged her. He didn’t want her slouching and hiding anything from their eyes. “Arch your back, stick out those lovely breasts.” He slapped the underside of her breasts and made them dance until she pushed them out blatantly.
She hated that she had to stare at the bulge in his pouch. The inside of her thighs burned where
he’d slapped them with the ruler, but he finally stopped, but she was shamed that all could see between her legs. She didn’t understand what they wanted, forced into the position that highlighted her body but kneeling before them like a servant. She could see Lord William’s pouch move as if something was alive beneath it. Was he making his organ do it, or was it uncontrollable muscles that did it?
William looked down at her, and his cock strained to be loosened from the cramped pouch that could barely contain it. He saw the fear in her eyes as she stared at his cock, but it hadn’t dawned on her what she’d be required to do next. “Don’t look away,” he warned her in a stern voice as he pulled the pouch down. At first, his cock was caught in the pouch as he pulled it down, but then, suddenly, it sprung free as his pouch slid to his ankles. His cock bobbed up and down, free of the constraints and eager for the touch of her hands and mouth.
She gasped when she saw it, but she didn’t dare look away. She’d never seen anything like it before, his organ was massive. It bounced by itself, not sure how, but it stuck out like a baby’s arm in front of him. The head was almost purple, smooth with a thick ridge around it. It sat on top of a long stalk, but it wasn’t smooth like the head; there were thick blue veins that pulsated with blood that ran up it, and the skin wasn’t pulled as tight over the stalk as it was on the head. The stalk was long, longer than the length of her hand. The other end disappeared into a thick thatch of black wiry hair, but there was his unmistakable sack of his balls that hung down like two ripe fruit. She had been forced to look at her father’s, bound so tight that were outlined in his trousers so they could beat them easily, but Lord William’s were much bigger. She couldn’t believe she kneeled in front of a naked man’s organ. Then, she heard those dreadful words.