Deep Blue

by Aishling Morgan

  ‘Upstairs first,’ he went on, ‘and grease your hole. There’s some cream stuff in the medicine cupboard that’ll do. Shower first, then into your nightie and knickers — I like that look.’

  Lily ran from the room, scared and trembling, her bottom cheeks clutching of their own accord. She was to be sodomised, something she not only felt was unspeakably dirty, but which she was sure would be painful. Yet Ed had told her it was going to happen, and that it would happen as a punishment for her, and she knew he was right. In the bedroom she found herself fumbling with her clothes, her eyes already heavy with unshed tears as she thought of having a cock pushed up her virgin bottom hole — Ed’s cock, the man who made her feel so protected, so wanted and so utterly used.

  Her dress came off quickly, her panties following, kicked away with her shoes to leave her nude. She folded them carefully and took her nightie from her overnight bag, an old-fashioned one, knee-length cotton with thick lace at the hem, also a fresh pair of panties. These she laid out on the bed before skipping into the bathroom and turning on Ed’s shower. The water quickly ran hot, refreshing her but doing nothing to ease her rising sense of panic. She was aroused, too, and knew it, but that didn’t stop her wanting to burst from the house and just run and run, naked or not.

  Stepping from the shower, she wrapped herself in a towel and opened the bathroom cabinet. There were several tubes and pots, each of which she looked at, despite the horror of having to select a cream for the purpose of greasing her anal ring for sodomy. Choosing something as neutral as possible, she unscrewed the lid and put her finger into it, drawing out a thick spiral of cool white cream. Quickly she replaced the pot, closed her eyes tight and stuck out her bottom, her face squeezing into a look of misery and disgust as she delved between her bottom cheeks, dabbed her anus and briefly allowed her finger to slip inside.

  It felt good, there was no denying it. With a little despairing groan she allowed her finger to slide deeper, into the hot cavity of her rectum, all the while imagining how Ed’s cock was going to feel in a hole that felt stretched with just her finger in it. Telling herself that it was to make the experience less painful, she began to work her finger in and out, making her anus loose and wet until a second finger fitted, then a third, leaving the ring stretched taut around them. Her bottom was pushed well out, her mouth wide, her eyes tight shut, her mind full of the utter degradation that sodomy represented. ‘Buggered’ was a commoner word, used to describe something spoiled by misuse, made useless, just like a girl who’d had a cock up her bottom…

  ‘Well, well,’ Ed’s voice cut in, ‘you are a filthy little tart, aren’t you, Lily? I said grease your arse, not fist it. Now come on, in your nightie and on the bed.’

  Lily pulled her fingers out, blushing furiously. She washed her hands with quick, nervous motions, then fled the bathroom, reaching the bedroom to the sound of Ed turning on the shower. She pulled on her nightie, also her panties, despite the certainty that they would soon be coming down again. Ed liked exposing her, she knew, and liked her half-dressed during sex, which she in turn found more humiliating than total nudity. A glance in his mirror showed her as a demure young woman, neat blonde hair, breasts and hips no more than hinted at beneath her long nightie, very far indeed from the sort of slatternly image she would have imagined for a girl about to be sodomised. Red would have been better, suspenders, crotchless panties and peephole bra; dirty, lewd clothes for a dirty, lewd act.

  Feeling frightened yet resigned to her fate, she lay down on the bed, bottom up, feeling the sticky sensation of the cream between her cheeks as she moved. In the bathroom Ed was whistling, then the noise of the shower stopped. She listened as he went into the spare room, sick with expectancy and wondering what he was doing. Something opened, then slammed, and he came in, naked, holding the skipping rope he had used to tie her to the bed before.

  ‘Not tied up too!’ she begged. ‘I’ll be willing, I promise!’

  ‘I know,’ he answered, ‘but I like you tied. That way I cut out your dirty little habits. You come when I’m in you, unless I say otherwise.’

  She held out her wrists in resignation, crossing them as he had ordered the previous time. He made quick work of her, lashing her wrists and tying the rope off on the bedstead.

  ‘Arse high,’ he ordered, ‘like before.’

  Lily obeyed, coming up on to her knees to leave her bottom the highest part of her body, her knees open and her cheeks spread beneath the taut white cotton of her panties.

  ‘Nice,’ Ed drawled, ‘now let’s have it all out.’

  She shut her eyes as he crawled on to the bed behind her. His hands went to her nightie, lifting it high over her bottom and up on to her back, pushed to the level of her neck to leave her breasts swinging bare against the bed cover. She braced herself for her panties to be taken down, only to feel his body against hers, his crotch pressed to her bottom. He leaned forward, his bare cock pressing between her buttocks as he took a breast in each hand and began to rub himself against the seat of her panties, enjoying her body without the least concern for her dignity. She moaned at the feeling, tugging at her bonds to reassure herself that she really was helpless, that what was about to happen to her was out of her hands, no longer her choice and no longer her fault.

  ‘You do have a great arse, babe,’ he said as he finally drew back. ‘Not bad little titties, either, though if you’re going to be with me you’re going to need some silicon. I’m going to love fucking your arse anyway, but it would be great to have a big, firm pair to feel while I’m up you.’

  Lily answered with a sob.

  ‘Let’s get it stripped, then,’ Ed drawled. ‘Here we go, down they come.’

  He had taken hold of her panties and now peeled them slowly off her bottom, down to her thighs, past her knees and off, to her surprise, until he once more leaned forward and she found them balled in his hand, all too obviously offered for her mouth.

  ‘Pop them in, babe,’ he instructed. ‘We can’t have you disturbing the neighbours with your squealing, can we now?’

  Lily gaped wide, knowing better than to try to refuse. Her panties were pushed into her mouth, the dry cotton irritating her, the taste of her own sex strong in her head. She began to chew, wetting them in an effort to reduce her discomfort.

  ‘That’s the way to fuck a girl’s arse,’ Ed was saying as he drew back. ‘Tie her up and gag her with her own panties. That way she can’t struggle or squeal when it goes up. Fuck, that arse of yours has got me randy.’

  Lily looked back to find him tugging at a nearly hard cock, the fat purple head already fully out of the prepuce. It was thick, and the idea that it was about to be pushed past her anus and up her rectum gave her a fresh wave of panic, making her tug against her bonds, in a futile and half-hearted effort at escape. He gave a chuckle and began to wank faster, until his cock was a rigid bar of flesh, the head glossy with pressure. He moved forward and the awful sight of his ready erection disappeared behind her leg, only to prod against her thigh. She shut her eyes, burying her face in the pillow, only for his cock to touch her vagina and slip inside with embarrassing ease.

  ‘Soaking as ever, that’s my Lily,’ he said. ‘Oh, but you’re a good fuck — maybe I should spare your little arsehole after all.’

  Lily nodded frantically. Ed responded with a derisive laugh.

  ‘Not so easy, babe,’ he said. ‘You make me laugh, you college girls. You think you’re so fucking clever and you fall for a simple one like that. No, babe, it’s going up your arse, count on it, but not until I’ve had a good fuck at your tight little cunt hole.’

  He took her hips and began to move inside her, slowly, then faster, until she had begun to pant through her nose. Again she thought he would come, sparing her the threatened ordeal, only for him to stop suddenly and pull his erection from her body.

  ‘That’s it, nice and wet,’ he drawled. ‘I could have greased you with your own cunt juice. Right babe, there’s a knack to this. You’
ve got to push out your arsehole, like when you’re having a shit, and push on to me, so you take my cock up yourself.’

  Lily said nothing. She could feel the tears starting to well in her eyes, the crudity of his words making it worse. His hands took her buttocks, spreading them. She felt her anus stretched, and for a moment she considered resistance, clamping her ring and hoping he would decide she was too tight and abandon the attempt to sodomise her in favour of her vagina. Yet she was sure he would realise, and be cross with her for disobeying him, so with her face screwed up in utter misery and the first heavy tears rolling from her eyes she let her anus relax. His cock touched her, the head feeling round and soft against her hole, pushing at her, filling her with a sensation of absolute surrender the joy of which was impossible to deny, yet which came mixed with deep self-disgust.

  ‘That’s my girl,’ Ed groaned, ‘do it just like you’re trying to get a turd out. Oh, yeah, you’re good, oh, yes.’

  The head of his cock was in her hole, provoking a twinge of pain which made her cry out. He ignored it, pushing, and with a feeling of overwhelming disgust Lily found herself pushing back as the bulk of his penis was forced slowly into her rectum. It was slow, going in bit by bit, filling her, bloating her back passage out as she gasped and sobbed into the bed. The coverlet beneath her was wet with tears, her teeth were gritted, her hands clutching together in her bonds. Yet her nipples were hard, her sex puffy and swollen, her rising need to come undeniable.

  At last it was all in and the pushes stopped as Ed’s balls came to rest against the mouth of her empty vagina. Lily could picture how she looked in her head, her anal ring stretched taut around his penis, her virgin anus virgin no more, but stuffed with cock, sodomised, buggered, used in a way nature had never intended. The fat, heavy feel of his turgid cock lying in her rectum made her feel as if she was desperate for the lavatory, adding a fresh obscenity to her degradation. She was sobbing, trying to hate what was being done to her and failing. Ed was right. She was a slut, a tart, a dirty bitch fit for nothing better than satisfying men, enjoying a cock up her bottom despite everything she had been taught.

  Ed began to move inside her. She felt her ring pulled out, then in again, faster, and suddenly everything had been pushed from her mind but the feel of having a fat penis moving in her rectum. She began to gasp, panting through her nose as she struggled for air, each push knocking the breath out of her body. His balls were slapping her vulva, his pubic hair touching her clitoris, tickling, and she realised that in no time at all she would come, disgracing herself utterly by having an orgasm while being sodomised.

  He was grunting as he buggered her. His hands were on her bottom, his thumbs spreading her cheeks to show her anus. She knew he would be watching his cock go in and out and it was impossible to get the image of her stuffed bottom hole out of her head. Her breathing became frantic. The panties dropped from her mouth, wet with saliva. She began to mewl, to moan, her mouth and eyes wide as her body was slammed over and over into the bed. He was getting faster, grunting more loudly. Her anus was burning, strained and sore around his cock, her rectum full of a delicious, disgusting squashy feeling as he rammed himself into her gut again and again. Hair touched her clit with each push, then the meat of his balls, and her buggery reached an urgent, frantic peak and she was coming, screaming into the bed, her tortured bottom hole clamping over and over on his cock, agony mixed with ecstasy as he came and she found herself milking his sperm into her rectum with her own contractions.

  She was crying as she climaxed, physical ecstasy blending with an overwhelming sense of having done something so dirty that she could never forgive herself, never again think of herself as anything other than a wanton little tart, also Ed’s property, to do with as he pleased. He had stopped and begun to pull back. It hurt as he withdrew, providing a feeling that added a final obscene touch to the whole dirty experience.

  Lily winced as it pulled free. Her anus stung, a hot, sharp feeling, like a cut, blended with a dull, bruising ache, a pain she felt thoroughly suitable for a girl who had allowed herself to be buggered, let alone one who had come while the invading penis was in her rectum. Yet she had done it, and as her protesting sphincter closed slowly it was impossible not to feel a touch of disappointment that the experience was over. Not that she could move, with her hands still lashed to the bedstead. Ed was still firmly in control of her, and all she could do was wait, holding her blatant, vulgar position as the warm sperm trickled from her anus and down over her sex.

  ‘Good,’ Ed gasped, ‘real good. There’s nothing like fucking a nice, fat arse.’

  ‘Could you untie me now, please?’ Lily asked.

  ‘Sure,’ he answered, ‘once I’ve washed my prick.’

  She was left, Ed washing without hurry before returning and at last untying her hands. Her arms were stiff, and as she went to take her turn in the bathroom she found herself forced to hobble by the bruising pain between her bottom cheeks. Ed laughed at the sight, and the thought of how buggery despoiled a woman came back to her. She washed carefully, soothing her burning hole with cream. Back in the bedroom Ed was under the covers, his back towards her.

  ‘That was good,’ he sighed as she climbed in beside him.

  ‘No, that was great. You know something? If you’re a really lucky girl I might even decide to marry you.’

  Lily could find no answer.

  Violet watched. Nich, cross-legged and naked except for a black cloak, was chanting, his eyes closed, his face a deep red in the dark flames of the fire that danced and spat between them. Strongly scented smoke curled up, bringing a blend of exotic smells derived from aromatic powders: cloves, cinnamon and others she did not recognise. Around them the night was utterly black, their world contracted to a tiny circle of red-lit grass on the summit of the Wythman. Yasmin sat opposite, as naked as she was herself, her large eyes fixed on Nich.

  Reaching out, she took his penis, lifting its flaccid weight from his thigh. He gave no response, continuing to chant gently in what she took to be Gaelic. He had told her what to do, the details of a ritual designed in the hope of mimicking the rites once practised in the same place, ardent and erotic, respectful yet frenzied. As she began to stroke at his cock she felt it move in her hand. Yasmin leaned forward, closing her hand over Violet’s, the two of them pulling at him, helping him to erection, each with her other hand deep in the V of her thighs, kneading pussies that, at least for Violet, needed very little help.

  The smoke was making her head swirl, and her excitement was rising fast, desire for her vagina to be filled, to come, and afterwards to dream. Nich was growing hard, his cock thick and rubbery in her grip, then firmer, fully erect as Yasmin shifted her grip to take a share of bare penis. He lay back, still chanting, his cock rearing from his body. Violet shared a glance with her friend, then cocked one leg across him, put his erection to her vagina and slid on to it, sighing in bliss as she was filled. She began to ride, bouncing on him with the heat of the fire on her bottom and her breasts in her hands.

  It was ecstasy, both physical and spiritual, the feel of his cock and her own body mingling with the more detached pleasure of where she was and why she was doing it. Placing one hand on her pussy, she began to rub, moaning out her pleasure to the sky as it rose, her clitoris bumping under her fingers, her nipples stiff, Nich’s erection firm inside her. She had been told to be quick, but it was impossible not to take it slowly, revelling in the feeling of what she was doing as she teased herself towards her peak, stroking, rising to let him slip free and then enter her once more, his shaft held to her hole by Yasmin’s hand. At last, when he himself had begun to groan, she gave in, rubbing hard, thinking of her nudity, her body bare to the night sky and full of penis, her bottom marked with the symbol that marked her for the god, for Sigodin-Yth…

  She came, gasping and panting as the orgasm went through her, making her arch her back and throw her head up as her vagina clamped tight on Nich’s erection, contracting over and over u
ntil she at last stopped rubbing at herself and slumped down, only to remember what she was supposed to be doing and quickly climb off. Yasmin took her place, and despite her agreement to the act Violet felt a pang of jealously as her friend lowered herself on to his erection. Yasmin turned a look, a happy, friendly grin, which Violet returned, watching her friend’s back and bottom as she began to ride Nich. Like her, Yasmin took her time, taking full advantage of the firm erection inside her before letting herself go and coming with a series of urgent grunts.

  As Yasmin dismounted, Nich stopped chanting. Violet leaned quickly forward, taking Nich’s erection in her mouth. He tasted of girl as well as man, her own and Yasmin’s juices thick on his shaft as she sucked. He moaned, a sound of release after holding back so long, and as his hand moved to stroke her hair he came, full in her mouth. She swallowed, doing her best to take it all in, gulping the salty come down as his penis jerked between her lips. Even when he had finished she continued sucking, cleaning his cock and swallowing every last drop of sperm until at last he began to go limp.

  ‘You will dream,’ he said softly and pulled himself forward to tip the remaining powder on to the fire.

  Violet nodded and lay down beside him as he stretched out on the grass. His arm came out, cradling her head. She let her breath out in a sigh, wondering how she would manage to sleep with so strong a feeling of expectation, only to find herself already drifting as a fresh waft of aromatic smoke blew over her.

  The columns of the cathedral rose above Lily’s head, impossibly high, into absolute blackness. Her dress had been turned up, the elaborate pink skirts and petticoats pinned on to her back to leave her bottom bare for all to see. A stamp on one cheek marked her as used, another as the property of Ed Gardner, filling her with shame and helplessness as she walked up the aisle, alone, drawn on and unable to pull away. Line upon line of people stood to either side, faceless people in suits and frocks. She could feel their smug superiority and contempt, hear the little whispers, half amused, half disdainful. Ahead of her Ed stood before an altar, Sergeant Perkins beside him, both in uniform, with them another, a priest, tall in black robes, his face set in an expression of benign condescension. Her anus hurt, and every one of them knew exactly what had been done to her.