by Viola Grace
He wrapped her hips with a thong of leather, and then ran a corresponding strip between her thighs to keep the new toys in place. She shifted from foot to foot to ease the incredible fullness within her, but could not get comfortable.
He slowly peeled off the wax he had coated her back with. Underneath, the flesh was warm and pink. That was when the flogger came out.
She squealed at the first strike of the flogger on her flesh. Her body bucked in response and it caused the toys between her thighs to shift in a most entertaining manner
Moisture was leaking around the dildo in her cunt, and her ass was now settling around the invader with heated appreciation.
A river of warm wax was suddenly poured down her chest and breasts. It began to harden across her belly, so a fresh puddle was poured carefully onto her sensitive navel.
A few more lashes on her back had her moaning at the movement of the toys within her.
As the wax hardened on her tits, he came around and removed the clips to her shriek of pain, then peeled off the wax that he had coated her with. The flogger played across her once again.
Her skin was bright red from the heat and terribly sensitive as he struck her with the soft flogger over and over, listening carefully to her screams of enjoyment.
Her body was now moving with the flogger strokes, each shift working the hard shafts within her cunt and her ass until she was in a frenzy.
She now craved release with everything in her body, and she begged him for it. She mewled and yelped with the lash of the flogger, then moaned and writhed with the hard movement within her.
“More, please, sir. I want to be fucked hard and fast, sir.”
“In the ass, Nakedella?”
“Anywhere you wish, so long as I cum.”
“Your wish is my command.”
He was behind her now as he tugged the strap that held the dildo in her ass aside and pulled it out. Then he replaced it with his well-greased cock in a single, hard thrust. She moaned and arched as he forced room for himself within her taut ass. It hurt for a few moments while she forced her muscles to relax and accept him. Then it started to feel good as he slowly slid in and out until she moaned in reaction to the stimulus.
His hands wrapped around her and one played with her clit while the other grabbed the dildo still in her cunt and pounded it in and out in a hard rhythm that matched the one in her nether ring.
He used her ass with no consideration of her comfort. He drove himself, using her gasps, moans and shrieks as his guide. Every time she approached climax, he slowed.
Over and over he built her lust, but backed off before she could force herself over the edge.
Finally, he buried himself deep, emptying into her bowels the pent-up semen that had been waiting to boil out. He gave her clit a vicious twist and a flick, followed with a hard shove of the toy within her. She finally screamed her release to the room at large.
As the pulses ran through her body, she merely stood with his draining cock in her ass and the toy now at rest within her. She only hoped that this was enough for the chandler.
His scarred forehead rested on her sensitized back, and he breathed the words that she was waiting for. “That was wonderful. See you next Market Day.” With a grunt and a twitch he pulled himself free of her body, leaving a gossamer trail of semen across her ass and thighs.
The blindfold was removed, then the leather straps that kept the toy in place, coated in her lubrication. Finally, her ankles were released, then her wrists.
She was sore, but satisfied as well. It was now off to Red Riding Hood’s Grandmother’s house, a long journey through the woods for a naked woman with shaking thighs.
Chapter Four
Sore and sensitive, she made her way slowly into the forest for the last leg of her marketing day. It wasn’t even noon, but she was exhausted. Down the path to Red Riding Hood’s Grandmother’s house she went until she found a likely clearing; a beautiful meadow with fluttering butterflies, surrounded by oak trees and bordered on one side by the ruin of a castle wall.
Sleeping Beauty’s castle had once stood there, but she and her prince had moved to something more modern after the curse was broken. Something with a Jacuzzi.
Nakedella snuggled under the shade of a tree and kept her basket within her reach. She just needed to recoup her strength for the journey ahead. She sighed deeply, taking stock of her aches and pains, and then nodded off.
Waking to her arms being fastened over her head, her thighs spread widely apart already and tied to neighboring trees, was a bit of a shock.
The hands doing the tying were invisible, and that was even more of a shock. It was the tickle of whiskers on her sensitive breasts that clued her in to her captor. The Cheshire Cat.
“What the hell do you think you are doing, you perverted shapeshifter?” She tried to sound authoritative, but it was hard considering her position.
“Discharging my commission, my dear. Your luscious body has been requested by my client, and I always aim to please.” A rough tongue licked her nose. “Now that you are secured, I will go and fetch him.”
“Fetch who?” She was tugging insistently at her bonds. There was not one ounce of play in the restraints.
“My client, my dear.” His voice was fading as he walked off.
Fury raged through her and she snarled, “Who is your client, you furry bastard?”
“That is for me to know and for you to find out in the next hour or so.” Judging by the sound, he was around the corner of the great wall and off into the darker portions of the woods.
A ladybug crawled across her thigh and her muscles jumped at the tickling sensation. How long were they going to be? She just wanted to get this over with. Whoever it was that had paid the cat to tie her up was not going to be in her good books for a while.
A few minutes later she heard whistling. She looked through the dappled, sun-kissed forest and saw a tiny man approaching her.
“Help! Over here. Untie me, please!” Dignity was thrown to the wind as she recognized the form of Pinnochio, the oldest animated creature in the land. His creator had died over twenty years earlier, leaving him to fend for himself.
He looked at her in surprise. “Nakedella? What are you doing all tied like that?”
Well, he was made out of wood. It didn’t create the most intelligent of creatures.
“The Cheshire Cat tied me up.” She deliberately left out why. There was something unspoiled about him.
“Oh. I have been meaning to ask you, Nakedella, why don’t you wear clothing?” He was standing between her thighs and she was startled to see a tiny bulge beneath his trousers.
“Uh, I find it too hard to keep clean.”
“Oh.” With a bemused look on his face, he opened his pants and took his wooden cock into his hand.
Ella watched in astonished bemusement as he began to jerk off between her thighs while staring hungrily at her body. His thumb caressed the crown of his penis as he began to moan softly.
She let her neck relax and stared at the leaves on the trees above her head. There was obviously no help for her from this quarter.
A sighing groan broke from his throat and she heard the splatter of his cum on the grass near her legs. With a chipper, “Bye, Nakedella!” he left her, his whistle resuming.
She practiced her curses quietly and stretched her aching limbs as much as she could in the confines of the ropes. She was going to be here for a while.
The sun crept higher in the sky as she lay on the prickly grass and soft moss. The ladybug had managed to drive her half-mad with its tiny tour of her skin when she finally heard the approach of booted feet.
She craned her neck to see her visitor and bit back a curse as she saw Humpty Dumpty. The blundering idiot had been stricken from her client list after their last disastrous encounter. He hadn’t even been introduced to the concept of foreplay, and got violent when she protested. The bruises that he had left on her face and body had caused her regulars
to ban him from the village, and made it difficult for him to obtain female companionship in the region.
It hadn’t entirely been his fault, but the strength of his grip was more than she could handle. He had almost crushed her as he thrust into her, and when she tried to fight him off, he had held her immobile. It had turned into a close-quarters melee that had left both of them bruised and Nakedella unable to meet her contractual obligations in the village for a week.
And now he was striding toward her, shedding his clothes as he approached.
“Hello, my dear.”
“Humpty Dumpty, what the hell is this about?” As if she had no clue. The impressive erection that he unveiled left no vagueness whatsoever about his purpose in being there.
“I have to prove something to you, Ella.”
“And what would that be?”
“That I can control myself with you.”
He was completely naked now and she stared in astonishment. The slightly rotund body that she remembered had been sculpted into hard muscle. The planes of his chest made her mouth water, and the hard, jutting cock that was pulsing above her was causing moisture to pool in another orifice.
“As long as my hands and legs are tied down?”
“That way you won’t object too strenuously.”
“Are you sure about that?”
He sighed deeply and crouched down near her head. His hand reached out to stroke her hair gently. “Yes, I have been practicing self-control. I haven’t smashed anything in ages, and have carried an egg around with me for the past month. Will you at least let me try?”
“Try what?”
“To make love to you. If you wish me to stop, I will at any moment. The Cheshire Cat here will make sure of it.”
“He’s here?”
A voice whispered hotly in her ear, “He sure is, and panting for the show, I can tell you.”
His fingers toyed with her hair, letting Humpty know where he was, but she didn’t tell him about the warm, soft tail that was lazily sweeping across her breasts, teasing her nipples into hard alertness.
She was distracted from the cat’s attentions by the firm stroke of fingers on the inside of her thighs. They painted short ovals up and down her sensitive skin and gooseflesh broke out across her body.
“Will you let me try, Ella?” His clever fingers stilled for a moment, inches from the warm heat that was flowing between the lips of her pussy.
“Yes, Humpty, make free with me. But one injury and you are history.”
A glowing smile broke through his steely and scarred visage. “Fine, just tell me if you have any discomfort.”
“I will.”
“Then let’s begin.”
With a relieved grin and a wicked twinkle in his eye, he crawled on top of her and kissed her passionately. The desperate heat in his kiss caught her completely by surprise, and she met his tongue with her own as best as she could, tied as she was.
The cat removed his tail before Humpty dropped his chest down onto hers and began to kiss and lick his way down her body. She shivered at the moist attention to each nipple, moaning in delight at the voluptuous bites that followed. She loved being bitten gently, it sent shivers through her and caused a surge of wet heat between her labia. She could feel the nether lips swelling with the attention, and slow arousal was causing them to open of their own accord. She would soon be wide open and slick for him. Yet all he had done was kiss and bite at her breasts.
She heard purring off to her right and tried to glare at the damned invisible shapeshifter. It seemed that he was enjoying the show.
“Is it all right so far, Ella?”
She let out a contented sigh. “Yes, Humpty, it is very nice so far.”
It was true. His gentle ministrations were creating a slow burn within her.
He grinned while keeping himself up on both arms, his hips nestled between hers. Then he devoted himself to the business of arousing her.
His teeth and tongue wove a track of heat down one side of her neck. Her gasps of approval spurred him on. When he bit gently on the joint where the neck met the shoulder, she shuddered and squealed in enjoyment. He had really been practicing.
His mouth continued its journey down her prone form, delighting, waking and teasing flesh in turn. She let out a shivery yelp as he dipped his tongue into her navel and sucked gently. By now her body was lubricating freely and his tongue trailed up first one thigh, then the other before lodging between them.
Her restraints kept her from thrusting her cunt into his face with any kind of force, but his tongue danced and lapped against her with focused intent. It was at this moment she realized that he was driving for her release. It was the first time all day that someone wanted her to come before they had. Oh, boy.
The wet lapping showed no signs of stopping. She felt the coil of her arousal winding ever tighter with the scraping contact on her clit, followed by a tickling slurp of her juices and a gentle thrust of his fingers within her. For timeless moments she could only accept his ministrations before she fell apart. Her scream frightened local birds from their perches as her body arched against her bonds in her orgasm. His fingers and tongue still worked against her until the spasms passed in a swirl of colors behind her eyes and her body relaxed into the grass once again.
“May I have my turn now, Ella?” She opened her tired eyes to see his bright blue ones above her and she felt his penis at the entrance to her womb.
“Yes, please take your pleasure now, Humpty.” Her hips tilted to entice the head of his cock into her.
“At last!” The lust in his eyes turned them a deep black. He took a few strokes to find his purchase within her, and then there was no stopping him.
With a slow steady beat he moved within her, almost free of her, and then slowly worked his way back in to the hilt. Over and over he moved, tireless.
Nakedella felt the spark of heat being rekindled and was not completely surprised as she found herself hurtling over the edge of climax once again.
Her scream rent the air in the clearing and she heard a deep chuckle from the Cheshire Cat beside her. Humpty had the sheen of sweat over every portion of his body. He grinned as she catapulted into her second orgasm at his hands.
He picked up speed and pushed her harder, twisting his hips as he drove within her, rubbing at her swollen clit with one finger dampened in the heated slick of her cunt.
As his finger came down on her clit, she began to pant heavily as shocks of sensation ran through her. Her hips rocked against his hand with every thrust, providing more stimulation than she could stand.
Humpty saw she was getting closer once again and drove harder, pinching her clit.
The sharp sensation was just what it took to send her over the edge once again and as she writhed and whimpered in release, he let out a throaty groan and shoved his hips into her violently, pumping the contents of his balls into her with every instinct at his command.
Nakedella relaxed at long last. His head rested on her breast, his gasping for air endearing him to her with every struggle for breath.
Her own heartbeat was slow to calm. When it had, she asked quietly, “Are you going to have the cat untie me?”
“Yes, Ella. As soon as I am gone.” Humpty raised his head to meet her eyes. “Was it better for you this time?”
“Well, let’s see,” her voice betrayed her exhaustion, “Neither of us is bruised or bleeding, you haven’t left more than one tiny mark on me, and we both came.” She pondered. “Yep, definitely better for me.”
He grinned happily and kissed her on the nose. “Will you now consider reinstating me on your client list?”
“Yes, Humpty. I will consider it. Now, can you untie me?”
“Oh, yeah, of course. I had better be on my way. The untying was part of my contract with the cat.” He separated their bodies and moved off her, watching her body wistfully as he collected his clothing.
“Bye, Ella!” And with that, his naked backside disappeared be
hind the castle wall as he made his way into the dark of the forest once again.
“Cat? Are you still here?”
“Of course I am, Ella. I wouldn’t leave you like this. All naked and vulnerable.”
“I am always naked, you prat!” She couldn’t contain her hostility. “Untie me!”
“Fine, fine. But I am going to accompany you the rest of the way to Red Riding Hood’s Grandmother’s house. The woods aren’t safe.” The tugging at her ankles let her know that he was indeed setting her free.
She felt his fingers slide between her thighs. “Jeez, your pussy is a complete mess. How many men have been in there today?”
“Three. Thanks to your intervention.” Her skin heated under his frank assessment.
“Whoops, sorry. I didn’t realize you had been so busy.” A few more tugs and her arms came free. She groaned and tried to pull the numb joints back to their proper arrangement.
“Oh, cripes. How am I going to carry that danged basket?”
His voice was sheepish. “I’ll carry it for you, Nakedella. It’s my fault that you were tied in that particular manner.”
“Fine, now help me to the Sprite’s pond.”
“The Sprite? Are you sure that you want to do that?”
“You haven’t left me any choice, I am too damned sore to walk if I don’t take the healing that she offers.” She stood with difficulty and took the arm that the Cheshire Cat rubbed against her, and they were on their way.
Chapter Five
She could only thank her lucky stars that the Cheshire Cat was very sensitive to smells as they walked through the woods to the pond of the Sprite. Her body being covered in cum and sweat was acting in her favor and keeping her suitor from pressing his attentions.
In fact, the first words out of his mouth as they started to the pond were, “Geez, Ella, you reek!”
“Thanks for that, you furry bastard. If it hadn’t been for the last one, I might have been able to stop at ‘stink’.”
“Hey, he was desperate and he paid well.”