by Powerone
She was afraid as the chains began to pull her legs open wider, dragging along the harsh wood, pulling out to the side. And as her legs spread, it tightened the chains on her arms. She began to feel a dull ache in her crotch as the mechanical mechanism continued, never growing tired as it split her up the middle with unyielding precision. “Please,” she begged, but Miguel's hand did not move to push the button again, her legs continuing their obscene spread, Monika not able to see much, only to feel it. No one had ever spread her like this before.
Her legs were spread over four feet wide, and he still didn't stop. He wanted more. The motor hummed so seductively, never hinting to its obscene act as her body began to stretch, not only her legs but her torso and arms, her back arching up, thrusting her breasts out. He finally pushed the button, her legs spread over five feet wide, her toes pointed to the corners, the muscles in her thighs taut. If he didn't stop, there would have been the fatal popping over her joints.
She couldn't breathe, her head spinning, her crotch aching, feeling her pussy stretched by the obscene spread of her legs. All the muscles in her body were taut, not knowing what to expect next.
"I don't think your skirt is doing much good any more, Monika.” He looked between her legs, her panties clearly visible, the short skirt had ridden high up. His hand ran up from her knees, teasing along one tanned thigh, feeling taut muscles, his hand enjoying the silky skin. He moved all the way to her panties, his fingers teasing along the sensitive skin where her legs met her torso.
Her pussy got wet instantly as his hand touched her, his calloused fingers sending shivers up her spine as he tickled close to her pussy. She couldn't do anything, the complete helplessness finally coming into realization. She was bound and spread and completely at his mercy. And she welcomed it. She felt the cool air blow on her sex, her skirt pulled up above her waist and neatly tucked out of the way.
"Look at the lovely vulva outlined in the tight panties,” he pointed out to the soldiers, more to humiliate Monika than to tell the soldiers what they obviously were staring at. “Even her pussy lips were parted by the wide spread of her legs, though her panties are drenched.” Miguel's hand slid over her abdomen, feeling her stomach muscles contract as his fingers rubbed over her bush. Lower down, his fingers sliding over her mound, pushing her drenched panties into the deep crevice of her slit, the wide spread of her legs pulling her lips far back.
She nearly came when he touched her, the three of them watching her as Miguel casually played with her pussy. And she could do nothing about it. Even if she wanted to. The panic of being bound had changed to excitement, her body not her own any longer, Miguel could use it in any manner he wanted. Including letting the other two soldiers have her. His fingers felt so good, brushing lightly over her hairs, sending tremors of pleasure into the root of each follicle. She wanted so much to push her pussy harder into his hand as he played along her slit, but the bondage prevented her from doing anything but take the pleasure as she could.
"Do you have a knife?” Miguel spoke to one of the soldiers.
"Yes, General.” He took out a large knife, a blade over six inches long, so sharp that he could split a piece of paper with it.
"Take her panties off. But be careful, I don't want to hurt her much.” Miguel moved to the side so the soldier could do his job.
Fear set in again when she saw the size of the knife. It gleamed in the bright lights. He would be touching her and making her naked from the waist down. Would he touch me also? Would Miguel let him?
The soldier smiled down at the beautiful girl that so willingly submitted to be bound and spread. The General had such power over young girls. He hoped he would have the chance to enjoy her. Maybe in some perverse way, the tight bondage not allowing her to protest any act he would want to perform on her. He showed her the knife, her eyes opened wide. “Hold still. Very still. I wouldn't want to cut you.” His fingers moved to the side of the panties, the thin material silky as he pulled it up. He snapped the edge of the blade along the frail material, the knife cutting through it like butter, pulling away, a glimpse of her bush revealed. He moved to the other side, pulling it out until the knife snipped the last band of silk that held it around her, the front falling to reveal the top of her bush. Her pussy was so wet that the panties clung to her slit, pushed deep inside by the General's fingers. He pulled up on the panties, dragging it slowly through her legs, his eyes glued to her pussy as the material dragged through her wet slit.
It felt so good, her panties rubbing along her sensitive inner lips, rubbing them so erotically, the young soldier staring at her pussy as he made her naked. She tugged on the chains that held her, confirming her submission. She never felt so helpless or excited as she did now. She felt the cold steel of the knife as the soldier slid the flat end of the blade through her lips, pushing back one lip, never feeling so open and exposed. The metal quickly heated up from her hot pussy, the soldier sliding the blade up and down, Monika's body on edge, knowing the slightest wrong move would slice her pussy lips. And it only made her wetter.
"I think Monika deserves to cum for us.” Miguel moved to take the soldier's place, wanting to be the first. “Would you like that, Monika?” His fingers slid over her mound, teasing the hairs of her bush, squeezing her puffy lips together, but depriving her of the more intimate touch she wanted.
She looked at the three of them staring at her naked pussy, Miguel rubbing her pussy, exciting her. “Y-y-y-yesss,” she stammered, her breathing ragged.
"Yes what, Monika? Tell me what you want."
"To cum. Make me cum. Pleassse,” she begged.
Miguel's fingers slid through her lips, pulling them apart to expose the moist, pink inner lips, smooth to the touch as his fingers explored every inch. From the bottom of her slit, up one side and down the other, his fingers gathering up her abundant juices as she squirmed ineffectively in the tight bondage. He exposed her as no one had ever done before, even her dark, mysterious hole beckoning his fingers to explore the deep recesses. She was moaning softly now, her head thrown to the side, her lips curled in pleasure, her eyes shut tight as she immersed herself into his gentle masturbation.
God, it felt so good, too good, his fingers seem to be everywhere, exploring her so intimately, even more than her doctor. And all the while the others stared at her most intimate body, and she could do nothing. His fingers pushed down to the tight opening of her pussy, remembering Michael's cock that split her open only days ago, his fingers teasing at the tight hole. “EEEEWWW,” a finger snaking inside her, teasing at the tight hole, expanding it for something bigger or more fingers, Monika not caring which. She only wanted relief. It pushed the opening in ever expanding circles, stretching, preparing her.
His finger was tugged into the elastic opening of her pussy, clenching and unclenching on it, trying to drag them deeper into her. But he teased her, one finger soaked in her juices, teasing the tight opening but not going any deeper, her hips unable to screw her body any higher and impale her pussy on his rigid finger. He pulled the finger out, two fingers returning to press deeper into the soft folds of her pussy, pushing deeper into the hotly expanding passage, his fingers demanding entrance deeper inside her. She moaned softly as his fingers corkscrewed into the hot, tight passage, his other hand sliding up and down her slick inner lips.
She prayed that he would soon touch her clit, the organ swollen and needing attention. His fingers felt so good, her juices flowing freely between her thighs as she was masturbated. His fingers seem to be everywhere, two fingers pressing deeper inside her, his knuckles rubbing harshly against the soft, sensitive walls of her pussy, burrowing deep as his hand pushed against the tight opening as if he were trying to force his whole hand inside her. She could feel the stretching, but she cared little of the pain, only taking as much of the pleasure as she could. “AAAAHHHH,” his finger teasing her clit, pinching close to the base as the blood poured to the swollen tip, expanding quickly into an engorged bud, pounding hard in t
une to her heart. He pinched harder, feeling like it would burst. Two fingers became three, shoving aside all resistance as they pushed deep inside her, only to pull back out and thrust back in, fucking her with the thick fingers. “EEEEEEHH,” a hard fingernail suddenly snapped across her clit, sending a shiver of pain and pleasure racing up her spine to her brain. Her body froze, her pussy tightening on the fingers inside her as she waited for the unknown, not sure if he would do it again or not.
Her clit was so swollen, teasing it from its protective hood, his fingers squeezing it like a tiny cock until it swelled with blood, hard and throbbing. Once it was a target, he snapped it hard with his fingernail, enjoying the clenching tightness of her pussy on his fingers from the unexpected touch. He opened her up more with three fingers, forcing the elastic walls to surrender to his thick fingers. His fingers returned to her clit, but this time they gently played back and forth over the tip, the swollen organ red and throbbing. Her body shook, her muscles contracted with each touch of his finger on her clit, Miguel knowing that she was ready to cum. Her quivering clit began to vibrate from his finger strokes, Monika suddenly cumming loudly, her pussy juices began to flood his fingers copiously, the only sound in the room was her cry of pleasure and the sound of his fingers sliding nosily in her drenched hole.
She came like no time before, Monika opening her eyes in shame as the three men watched her erotic gyrations in the spread-eagle bondage as she came all over Miguel's fingers. Each time when she thought she was finished, Miguel's fingers would snap new life into her pleasure button, teasing the swollen organ to unleash another flood of her juices on his fingers inside her. Finally her body slumped exhausted on the rack, feeling the wet juices flow between her widely spread legs. That is when she saw it, surprised she didn't see it before. It was a camera lens aimed directly at the rack she was on, a red light above the peeping lens glowing brightly. How long was it on? How much had it seen? And who was watching it? Her mind raced with sordid scenarios. Her orgasm had taken the edge off, suddenly confronted with the reality of still being bound and spread. And half naked. And by the look of the bulges in their pants, in the company of some very horny men. “What's that?” Her eyes pointed to the camera on the wall.
Miguel looked to where she was pointing with her eyes as if he didn't know of its presence. “A camera, Monika. It records everything that goes on in here. There are a number of them around.” He said it with indifference.
"Who's watching or will watch?” She was afraid of the answer. Would they sexually blackmail me?
Miguel moved close to her head, bending down to whisper in her ear. “El Presidente. He told you he would be watching you.” He said it as if she should have understood it.
She nodded, knowing that she couldn't do anything to change it. She hoped Miguel would let her loose now. She felt his hands return, sliding over her stomach and through her wet bush, seeking out her pussy again. “No more, please."
"Nonsense, Monika. I think you can cum for me again.” His fingers pulled apart her pussy lips, her inner lips drenched in her juices. Even her clit was still swollen, now a deep red, standing up like an erect little cock. He began to rub over the tip, her body jerking from the initial touch, but soon her head was thrown to the side, her eyes closed as she began to concentrate on cumming again for him.
She let her senses take over, concentrating all of her power between her legs, her imagination taking over as she saw the three of them standing over her body as she was forced to cum again like a trained dog. She felt the helplessness and it increased her arousal. She looked up, Miguel smiling down at her, four fingers inside her, fucking her drenched pussy with rhythmic thrusting, Monika concentrating on squeezing her pussy muscles on the demanding fingers. But she knew she wouldn't cum unless there was more, needing something else. She couldn't believe she said it, letting the words spill from her mouth before she could stop them, sounding so perverse as they sounded out loudly. “Force a cock in my mouth."
Miguel pulled his fingers from her clutching pussy, leaving her empty for a moment. He pressed a button on the control panel, the head of the rack slowly lowering down toward the ground until it almost touched the floor. Her legs were high up, Monika almost upside down. But her head was at a convenient height. He found what he was looking for, putting the black mask over her eyes, shutting out all images from her view.
It grew dark, Miguel putting a mask over her eyes so she couldn't see. Now she wouldn't know whose cock was placed in her mouth. The blood was rushing to her head, but she knew that it was so that her mouth could be breached with ease. She heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down, then felt fingers slip inside her wet pussy, tightening her muscles on them as they began to fuck her again. Her head was turned to the side, Monika clenching her lips tight as if she were trying to keep the cock out instead of welcoming it. She felt hot flesh rubbing on her tightly clenched lips, sliding back and forth, the flesh hard and demanding as it tried to force its way inside her mouth. She kept her mouth closed, but the cock was relentless, forever pushing into her lips as they were forced to open just wide enough until the thick and round head of a cock slipped into her unwilling mouth. Monika no longer able to stop it as it forced its way past her teeth and into her gaping mouth. It filled her suddenly, going deeper until it banged against the back of her throat, her tongue forced down to the bottom of her mouth, a thick cock holding it pinned. She could feel a pair of heavy balls slapping against her nose, prickly hairs tickling her face, Monika only imagining how he must be, kneeling over her face, his cock splitting her lips apart. Or who it might be.
He stroked his cock in and out of her mouth, her oval lips curled around the shaft almost lovingly, a tight band that slid up and down with each thrust.
The cock continued to shove deep into her mouth, slamming hard against her throat with each powerful thrust, making Monika gag, afraid of it being forced into the tightness of her throat. She surrendered as the fingers returned to her pussy, stretching as they plunged deep into her deserted pussy, igniting the lust in her again. She began to tongue the cock, swirling her tongue around the thrusting prick, acceptance of what they were doing to her. This is what she begged for, groaning heavily around the thickness that split her lips apart and pounded into her mouth. Her tongue explored every inch of it as it shoved in and out, Monika trying to discover whose cock was possessing her mouth. It was hard and thick, but it could be any of them. She began to suck the cock deeper into her mouth, her efforts increasing as she gave into the lustful sensations that she began to crave.
Another sound of a zipper being pulled down, then her mouth was left vacant, her tongue searching for a cock to pleasure. It was only seconds until a cock returned, her mouth opened wide in welcome, her lips split as the full measure of a thick cock entered her more than willing mouth. Her tongue lavished such attention on it, from the thick, plum-like head, down the shaft to explore the thick veins that bulged from the side, all trying to determine its owner. But it did little to reveal the owner, both of the cocks could be the same, or maybe different. All she knew was that they were both demanding, cum leaking into her mouth with each stroke. This went on for long minutes, before it happened again, the hiss of a zipper, her mouth vacated, only to be filled in seconds with another cock.
The fingers were driving another orgasm from her body, her mouth used so submissively giving her the needed lust to cum again for them. She sucked the cock with abandonment, the cocks moving out, Monika never knowing who it was inside her. But she sucked with gratitude, her tongue lashing out at the thick helmet of the cock as it leaked into her mouth. She knew he was ready to explode, his heavily laden balls slapping so erotically against her nose with each powerful thrust.
The cock in her mouth increased the speed and depth of the strokes into her mouth, sure that she would choke on the penetrating cock. Her clit was attacked with a vengeance, the only thing needed to drive the necessary orgasm from her body. She came all over the fingers that
masturbated her, feeling the cock in her mouth begin to swell in anticipation of cumming. She waited, not sure if it would pull out, but it stayed deep inside her mouth. She felt the ropey cum spurt in endless streams into her throat, Monika desperately trying to swallow the abundant crème. Each time another gush of thick, white milky cum spewed into her throat, Monika struggling not to choke on the pasty fluids, the burning fluids slowly filling her belly. There was one last spasm, a small jet that she swallowed before the cock began to deflate in her mouth. She sucked softly on the shrinking prick, just as Michael required of her, bathing it clean of the salty cum until it slipped out of her lips, already gaining back its semi-hardness.
Monika could barely stand as they released her, her legs feeling like rubber as she stood up, Miguel at her side, holding her up. She could feel the dry cum on her thighs, her panties gone, only the short skirt to hide her treasures from the rest of the world. She looked at each of them, not able to tell which would have climaxed in her mouth, all of them sporting hard-ons that bulged their pants. They climbed back into the jeep, speeding off into the late afternoon sun. The jeep pulled up in front of the offices where they were working, Monika suddenly remembering her unfinished task for Michael. Would he find out what I had done?
Miguel kissed her cheek lovingly, his tenderness surprising Monika. He handed her a brown envelope. “I enjoyed you very much, Monika. We'll have to do it again. Real soon. This is for Michael. It is what he sent you to find. It will please him, but not as much as you please me. Now be careful. There are many opposing forces."
Michael saw her enter, Monika looking more frazzled than usual. She handed him the envelope, Michael's hands hurriedly opening it and looking it over. He looked up and smiled at her, saying softly so the others wouldn't hear. “I hope you didn't have to give up too much to get this."
"Nothing I didn't enjoy more. I'm going back to the hotel. It's warm and humid today and I need a nice bath.” She turned and left the room with a swish of her skirt.