“Can you record that?” Miles asked.
“Perfectly,” Hector answered.
Taking Tessa off guard, Miles let the whip fly, its sharp edge catching her abdomen, extending its punishment down to the softer places on her cunt.
“Yeeeeahhhhh!” Her cry of woe lifted into the air, as the only reply she could fashion. There was no way to get away from the lash and its cutting tassel. She didn’t dare look below, for fear of seeing blood where he’d cut the skin.
Another three devastating cuts sizzled on the night breeze, landing in erratic fashion against her most vulnerable places. There was only one place more tender, and Miles was moving dangerously close to that target, though it was still tucked away and unavailable.
“Aaaauuugh, nooooooooo, aaaaaaaaaugghhh!” she screamed as the worst of the cuts seared her skin. The pain shot through her like an arrow, penetrating deeper than her skin. The sound of her voice was the only sweet relief she could savor.
It was eerily quiet when Miles finally stopped. Tessa waited for another blow with eyes closed, not realizing that Miles had already put the implement down and was simply staring at her.
“How beautiful,” he murmured, gazing at the distinctive marks.
Tessa opened her eyes seeing the same red welts. To her surprise, the skin was not broken; although the stripes were as distinct and raw as anything he’d laid across her backside. The two waited while Hector moved in closer, filming the mesmerizing streaks in all their colorful glory.
When Miles reached out to touch them, Tessa winced. “Ouch!” she cried, though she was not in pain. The heat from the wounds was firing her, just as it had those times before., “Yes, yes.”
Miles’ fingers traced each thin red line, watching her jerk as he touched the sensitive spot. Then his hand slowly moved from her abdomen to between her legs, where he fingered her labia and clitoris.
“Oh, my yes please,” she cried, joy sweeping through her body with wildly brilliant spasms. “Ah! yes!” She threw her head back in ecstasy
When Miles’ hand began to penetrate her cunt, she panted urgently, as he began with three, and then four fingers, and continued until he was forcing his whole fist into the lubricated opening.
“Ah, yessss!” she hissed. She couldn’t imagine that he’d fit his entire hand inside her, but she wanted it there, and her cunt expanded to receive him. Just as full fist was at the door about to push its way over the threshold, he pulled out, moving further back along her cleft and smearing her juices against her anal hole. Just as he’d done with her cunt, he began prodding one finger after another into her anus. She took a deep breath, scared, but still wanting him there.
“Relax, my love,” he murmured in her ear.
She sighed deeply.
“You’ve been taken here before?” he asked.
She remembered well that day with her roommate. “Once,” she replied, not wanting to explain Martine’s rape of her ass.
“By whom?” Miles asked.
“Ah, that feels like…” she ignored the question.
“By whom?” Miles prodded.
“Does it really matter?”
“I want an answer.”
“Martine,” she replied, rocking against his hand. “Ah, yes, Sir!”
“So, the bitch has had you here, I’d like to see that.”
Tessa twisted against his hand, wondering how far it would go inside her ass.
“Yes, I’d like to see that,” Miles repeated. “Perhaps we could capture it on film.” He turned toward Hector.
“Perhaps a strap-on dildo,” Hector suggested.
“Perfect,” he decided as his hand pushed further, Tessa’s sphincter releasing a little more with each thrust.
“I’m sure she’d accommodate you anytime,” Tessa quipped sassily, though the flippant retort was ill-advised.
“Yes, I’m sure she will,” Miles answered, taking her chin in his free hand and forcing her to look him in the eye. The verbal and physical probing were becoming more intense, as his fingers pushed into her anus, and as his eyes darkened with resolve. “If I allow her to have you, she’ll have you, Tessa, whether you like it or not. Do you understand?” He punctuated his message with a vicious thrust of his hand, as his four fingers forced their way beyond her tight sphincter. The chastisement elicited another guttural cry.
“Do you understand?” he repeated himself.
“Yes, Sir!” Tessa answered back as the searing pain made her eyes well with tears.
Miles finally backed off.
Resuming a more pleasurable probing of her backside with one hand, he began playing with her cunt with his other, making it feel as if she had two cocks inside her. The climax was close, her body about to spasm, and yet, she was quick to realize that any orgasm Miles might allow was a long way off. He had other things in mind.
Confident that she was ready for him, he withdrew his hands and turned her around so that the camera would have a clear shot of the anal entry.
“It might be better if took her to the bed,” the photographer suggested.
“Of course it would, but then it wouldn’t be much of a challenge for any of us,” Miles answered smiling.
Hector was used to Miles’ demands, just “a submissive photographer slut,” he called himself, when he was pressed to do the job the man wanted. But it was worth it, an unparalleled experience photographing nasty smut. Besides, he could sense his own participation would soon be required and his dick was getting hard in anticipation.
Miles stripped himself of his clothes, leaning into Tessa’s back and feeling her silky skin against his.
“Relax, relax,” he whispered softly, as he stroked his erection and pressed it between her rear cheeks.
A few feet away, Hector captured the slow deliberate entry as Miles’ cock remained poised at the brink of Tessa’s anus, and then with a steady push was forced.
She squirmed and held her breath.
“Relax and it won’t hurt.”
She knew that was true, even though the idea of his cock inside her seemed impossible. This was much different than Martine’s fake prick—alive, pulsing, human, urgent and responsive.
As his hands reached around and grabbed her hips, the head of his penis pushed harder and she released, allowing more of his thick shaft inside her ass. There was not a whimper, not a cry at all, and he was proud of her, so proud that he toyed with her clit as a reward and listened to the sweet sound of her sensuous reply.
“Such a good slut,” he whispered in her ear.
Hector followed with his camera, from the penetration to the gradual building thrusts and jerks to the expressions of half pain, half pleasure on their faces. He’d never a made a video quite like this one.
“Hector, now,” Miles said at last.
With his cock still in her ass, he lifted her so she could relax her limbs.
“Uncuff her,” he ordered.
Hector responded quickly—he didn’t like seeing her stung up that long. Loosening the pulleys, he then unlocked the cuffs so Miles could carry her to bed.
Yet, when Miles withdrew from her ass, it was torture—she wanted him to orgasm inside her, fuck with the passion and fervor she could feel present in his hungering body, to fuck her harder than Martine had with the dildo, to open her widely and demand her complete submission.
“On the bottom man,” Miles ordered the photographer, “take her cunt.”
Hector returned the camera to the tripod and scampered to the bed. Pushing his pants from his hips, his stiff dick was ready. Tessa grabbed it lustily, not thinking of pain anymore, only of the heady lust that inspired the moment. Taking the enormous purple head between her lips, her tongue swirled about the head, while her nostrils breathed in the pungent fragrance of her lover.
“God, yes, you slutty whore!” She ran her tongue along the sensitive rim and listened to him gasp, “Damn yes!”
Miles pulled the two apart, pushing Hector to the bed and Tessa over his hips. S
he dangled her breasts against his chest, then over his face where he buried his nose between the fleshy orbs and smelled the sweat and perfume that lingered there. He kissed her, his mouth devouring the surfaces of her skin as if they were rare delicacies.
A moment later, Hector’s cock thrust up and forward, finding the succulent opening of her cunt, while she relaxed down on him, wiggling against his groin with a little-girl giggle.
“Ooo, so big,” she purred, as she squeezed the shaft with her inner muscles.
He thrust deeper still, “You’ll see just how big,” he warned her. He was beginning to rock against the bed, slamming himself into her, in seconds, the two frantically screwing to a hip-banging end.
“Not yet,” Miles ordered before they could climax.
“Ah, Miles, you’re torturing me,” Tessa protested. She eased for a moment, churning languidly on Hector’s prick, while Miles climbed in behind her thighs and positioned his erection against the opening of her anus.
“My gawd, it won’t fit!”
But he proved her wrong, as his tumescent organ slid into her well-worked hole.
“Yeeeeahhhhhh!” It was not so much painful, as it was overwhelming, split in two—not like she’d been split by the whip or the bamboo—but spilt in the deepest part of her body; filled full, impaled, ripped, as if she’d be rent in two by these two lovers.
The cocks moved in a cautious unison. It was a fragile entry for them both; the wrong move and one would be suddenly withdrawn.
“Aaaaaahhhhhh yes,” Tessa moaned as she managed them both. “Ohmigod, yessssssssssssssssssss! Goddam, fuck meeeee! Fuck, dammit fuck!”
She wiggled, she squirmed, she let them ride her nasty until they were on the brink of cumming. Hector came first; his cock detonating inside her while Miles held off waiting. The friction of one against the other tore her to the fibers of her being, requiring every bit of her strength and concentration to focus.
“Goddam, you nasty bitch fuck me!” the photographer screamed as pain and ecstasy leapt across his face in an impassioned scowl, and he exploded. Tessa responded, bearing down to milk the cum from him.
A sassy look of gaiety filled her face, as she saw Hector’s grimace and listened to the wails of pleasure that rose to greet her ears in an unending stream of four letter exclamations.
“Damn fuck meeeee!” he ordered her one more time, and she bore down harder until his body finally went limp beneath her. Remaining where he was, the photographer enjoyed the sensuous aftermath of orgasm, while Miles began to move in earnest inside Tessa’s ass.
“Ahhhhhh…Ah, ah, ah!” she panted, feeling an unexpected sensation grip her entire body. Raped in the rear with a cock in her cunt, she thought her body would break. “God yes, you ass!” she screamed.
Miles’ cock moved with incredible ease inside her bottom. She would never have thought she’d be so open, accepting, willing, encouraging of this vile taking. He came quickly, groaning from the pit of his stomach as he spasmed and the tight channel milked him dry in seconds. Finished, he collapsed heavily against her.
For an instant there was a strange quiet in the garret—no moans, no cries, no pleasured exclamations. In Tessa’s cunt, a gentle rain of spasms echoed through her body. She moved her hips as best she could. The two cocks spasmed—aftershocks.
She jerked and jerked again, and a dozen times more on the way to her climax. Her mind was elsewhere, beyond the room, on her way to sexual heaven perhaps. But lost, only the sensation mattered, only the cocks in her crotch, and the delicate and savage sensations that alternated there.
Unexpectedly, Miles withdrew from her and she felt his absence as pain—and a nasty interruption of her finish. “Please don’t leave,” she cried, though she was already collapsing into the dark sheets next to Hector’s hairy body.
The photographer reached to her cunt and began to play, while Miles reached deep with his fingers to where his cock had been. They knew she had not yet peaked, that her body was clamoring against the sheets, against anything that would finally bring her off. And within seconds a long rolling finish commenced, her body tightened and relaxed, tightened and relaxed again, until she languished into a gentle unthinking calm.
She awoke with Miles lapping at her earlobes.
Her body ached. For a time she couldn’t understand why her arms and chest were so terribly sore. But as Miles began to massage her upper body, she remembered with vivid accuracy that she’d been strung up nearly an hour, maybe more. She couldn’t be sure since she’d lost track of time.
“I want to film you again,” Hector told her. His face beamed at her lovingly. For a man she hardly knew, she felt incredibly close to him. He played with her nipples affectionately, without pinching, pulling or twisting the studs. Tessa was grateful.
When Hector climbed off the bed, he took the camera from the tripod and began filming again, close up, aiming the camera directly on Tessa and Miles for several minutes, recording the quiet ending to an unquiet venture.
“I could do her often,” Miles said, still pushing his finger at her asshole.
“Ouch no!” she was quickly filled with a burning sensation that wasn’t arousing at all.
“No more for now, Tessa, you can recuperate. In fact, I think you need a bath. He slapped her ass playfully, sending her on her way.
Tessa listened from the bathroom while the two men talked—she would be the object of more video work and that pleased her. At least to some degree, her relationship with Miles would continue. It often seemed so tenuous, as intricate and fragile as a spider’s web. Caught in Miles dark lair, she was worried that the winds of his changing nature would blow too strongly, and she would land elsewhere, without him.
Chapter Nine
In the tranquil aftermath of her hot bath, Tessa watched Miles as he sent Hector away, then fiddled with the leather apparatus hanging limp near the bed. When he finished, he looked down on her as she played a game of possum, pretending to have suddenly fallen asleep. He stared mostly at her abdomen, admiring the stripes of red set off by the background of her white skin.
“They’ll be gone too soon,” he said.
“Hummm?” Tessa murmured as if she hadn’t heard him.
“You heard me; I know you’re awake.”
She opened her eyes and smiled. “You said they’ll be gone too soon?”
“You shouldn’t be without a sign of your devotion to me,” he said.
Tessa wanted to make love to him again, without Hector, just the two of them moving together in impassioned embrace. He must have read her secret thoughts—perhaps they weren’t secret at all, but written all over her face.
“Not now, Tessa,” he said.
She looked disappointed.
“But… perhaps a friend, to keep you company for the night?” he posed. “To remind you of tonight?”
“I don’t think I’ll ever forget tonight,” she said.
“Well this will be a particularly fine reminder.”
He walked to the trunk and pulled out a belt, and straps, and a flexible dildo. On closer inspection she could see it was a double dildo.
“You think you can handle it all night?” he asked, with a whimsical expression on his face.
She stared at the dildos, petrified by their size.
“Let’s try.”
On her feet, he fixed the belt around her waist, and then with a slow steady push, he shoved the twin pronged dildo inside her cunt and ass, so that they sunk deep inside the well-worked holes. She felt as full as she’d been earlier.
The dildos were attached with straps to the belt, and thus lodged inside her, where they would remain until Miles chose to pull them from her. To secure her captive loins, he locked the straps to the belt with a tiny gold lock that fastened behind her, then he pocketed the key, speculating, “Perhaps, after a night impaled, you’ll have had enough of such things?”
He was amused by her flustered expression; and as he walked out the door, Tessa sat back on the bed
, bewildered by her captivity. She wanted Miles, not the dildos; but apparently that was all she’d have of him, at least for now. She wondered what she had to do to keep the man with her for an entire night.
The straps and dildos were only a burden for a short time. The worst was the leather that cut across her belly, rubbing against the raw flesh, but a little cold cream she found in the bathroom soothed the skin so that she could finally relax. Settling down on the bed, with memory of the extraordinary night still fresh in her mind, she drifted off to sleep.
***
“Don’t move!”
Tessa opened her eyes to see Miles staring down at her. It was morning, the sun streaming through the skylight. He’d pulled back the sheet, so he could see her with the dildos still tightly inside her.
Tessa said nothing, staring up at him with sleepy eyes.
Sketchpad in hand, he began to draw her. And once begun, she couldn’t move. What pain! Every muscle in her body seemed to ache: her arms, her chest, her wrists, her belly where the whip had cut her, and even her thighs, that were, as everything else, stretched to extremes the night before. To add to her woe, she had to pee, and found it almost impossible to hold back the call of nature while Miles worked. She spent twenty minutes in passive agony before he finally pushed the easel away.
“Come here, Tessa,” he said.
Negotiating the distance between them awkwardly, she waited anxiously as Miles undid the lock and she scampered to the bath where she alleviated the pressure bearing down on her. Unfortunately, the sweet relief of peeing did nothing to ease the pressure deep between her legs where an immense sexual longing begged for release.
When she returned to Miles, he made her wash the dildos in hot soapy water. Then she wiped the leather straps clean until the surface shone. Bringing them to her nose, she could smell the fragrance of cowhide and female cunt mingling in a strange aromatic blend. Miles took them from her and began the binding ritual again, replacing the straps and the dildos where they’d made their home. “Think of these as my cock,” he told her, his eyes were fired with the dark aspect that she loved so much, “and remember, there’s not a place I cannot penetrate you. You’ll feel my presence everywhere inside you. You don’t have to seek me, I’m here every moment. Trust me, the more you make these your lover, the more I will have conquered you.”
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