by Powerone
"Good news, the judges will be here in twenty minutes, so we must hurry. I want them to see you in a new light." He pulled the leather 96
straps off of her wrists. "The judges are all in their late fifties to early sixties. It has been a long time since they saw anything so fresh and firm as you. Take off your pullover and bra. I will string you up again. I want them to have a lasting impression of who you are when they leave."
She couldn't believe what he'd just told her o do. If he wanted her to do it for him, she would eagerly strip, but this was different, the judges were old men with cold, clammy hands. "Do I have to?" She saw the anger in his eyes.
"I am trying to help you, Sandra. Do you think that the judges are just going to let you go for no reason? This is a negotiation; they want to send you to prison. Do you realize what that would mean if they did? No one knows where you are. You would never come out in one piece after three years. They'll take your body in such perverted and degrading ways that you wouldn't even be able to face your own reflection in the mirror. Do you want my help, or should I abandon you, too?" He hoped that he was scaring her, for there would be more trades that she would have to accept, but once she did the first, the rest would be easier.
He scared her to death with his warning. He couldn't abandon her.
She knew she had no choice now; her only hope was that Captain Miguel would take care of her and not force her to do anything that she would regret. "I'm sorry. It's hard for me. I don't understand what is going on. I have to rely on your judgment." She stepped back and pulled the pullover over her head. She put it on the desk. When she walked back over in her bra, Captain Miguel was waiting for her.
"Face the mirror; I will take off your bra." He wanted the honor of baring her breasts for the first time. Soon, she would not be ashamed of showing her body to him or the judges.
She saw her reflection in the mirror, Captain Miguel opening her bra with expertise, a quick snap and the tension was gone from the elastic strap. She put her hands to her sides as he slipped the straps off her shoulders. It slid down her arms, her nipples stimulated as the bra slid over the sensitive tips until it fell to her feet. She felt him push on the center of her back until she arched her full, naked breasts 97
for him to gaze at.
"Yes, the judges won't forget you, Sandra. Just follow my orders, and you will get out of this all right. You just have to show them you are sorry and willing to repent. I will make sure that your punishment is as lenient as possible. Now, put the leather straps back on so I can show off your half-naked body to the best advantage." He put her wrists back into the straps and pulled her arms until she was drawn taut, standing on her tiptoes. Her pants were still undone, the zipper down, her white panties revealing a hint of the secrets that lay beneath.
She couldn't believe that her nipples were so big and red, swollen as if she wanted to show everyone. It was even more erotic when she was half naked, wishing there was time for Captain Miguel to masturbate her one more time before they showed up, but she could already hear the doors of the elevator opening down the hall. They would be coming in the door any minute now.
The judges walked through the door and were impressed with Captain Miguel's work. The most beautiful, young American girl they had seen in years hung by the ceiling, perched on her toes, every muscle in her body drawn taut by the bondage, but nothing could compare to the large, firm breasts that were thrust out so brazenly.
She had big brown areolas, but it was the large nipples that stood out like giant pebbles that beckoned their eyes.
She decided they were not as bad as she'd expected, but nothing so virile as Captain Miguel. They all wore black robes, some of the men were bigger than the others, but they were no longer in their prime.
They walked over to her, her body bound and half naked. They looked at her like a piece of meat but didn't speak to her, Captain Miguel told her not to speak directly to them. That would be disrespectful, that was his job. She should have expected it, but nothing could have prepared her. One of the judges moved up to her, his hand sliding over her naked belly. Sandra's eyes pleaded with Captain Miguel, but his eyes told her to submit quietly. She felt hands reach to her naked breasts, fingers eagerly digging into her flesh and pinching her. She felt her nipples rubbing against his palms, making 98
them grow harder. For long minutes, his fingers dug white rows in her breasts from the harsh treatment. Then she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth as his head bent down and she felt hot, wet lips enclose her nipple and suck it deep into his mouth. His other hand continued to fondle her other nipple, keeping it hard until his tongue licked from one nipple to the other and sucked the other nipple with equal haste. She felt uneven teeth rubbing back and forth over her nipple until she was sure that he was going to saw it off. Finally, he pulled away, leaving her wet nipples to cool in the breeze.
Captain Miguel watched her submit to the judge's fondling and sucking of her young, firm breasts. They were rough and rusty with experience, but she suffered in silence until they were all finished mauling her young flesh. She didn't even cringe when the last judge's hands slid into her panties; he saw her eyes shed tears as she yelped silently. He must have yanked a sprig of her pubic hairs out harshly to test her resolve. She had passed, the judges left. He followed them outside, making the deal. They would be back in an hour for her to show her gratitude to them.
"You passed the test, Sandra." He moved up next to her, one hand on the back of her head to hold her still. "Stick out your tongue."
Her naked breasts were rubbing against his shirt, his hand holding her head as if he were going to kiss her. She heard his order, her tongue slipping out of her mouth.
"More." She pushed it out all the way, his mouth coming down on hers, his tongue running over hers as he shoved his tongue deep into her mouth.
His mouth took her completely, his tongue shoved so far into her mouth that she thought she would choke on it. One hand was between her legs; the other pinching her naked nipple. She shuddered in unexpected pleasure at being taken so hard by a man that had always been gentle. It did little to dampen her growing arousal; anything was better than the judges. He finally broke the kiss, her face covered in his spit, her lips aching.
"The judges will be back in an hour, Sandra. We are on the way to getting you freed. You just have to show your gratitude."
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"What exactly do I have to do?" She was afraid of the answer; last time, she had to strip to her waist. What would be required of me this time?
"Have you ever sucked a cock before?"
The words shocked her. Would they watch her suck Captain Miguel's cock? Is that what they wanted? She had never taken a man in her mouth, but she might be willing to trade for her freedom. She never expected to answer a question like this before, but she did.
"No."
"Then, we will have to work quickly. You need to learn the taste of a man's cum before they get here. I don't want you vomiting on one of the judges when he cums in your mouth for the first time." He didn't think she'd would agree so readily this time.
"NOT THEM! I thought it would be you and they would watch."
"Do you think the judges are some type of voyeurs that they only want to watch other people getting their pleasure? These are distinguished judges of our court. You insult me and them." He gave her his angry voice again. "I give up. I will tell the judges that you are not repentant and they should send you to prison. I thought you trusted me. I feel hurt." He gave her all of his pity.
"I'm sorry, but I don't think I could do that to them. They are too old; I don't think I could take their cocks in my mouth." She hoped that Captain Miguel would find another way.
"No problem, you wouldn't have to do anything. You will be bound with your mouth held open. They will put their cocks in your mouth until they cum. You will have no choice once your mouth is opened and the cock enters it. Just like when you are bound and they sucked and pinched your breasts. You couldn't d
o anything about it, and you survived. This is the only way. I had a hard time convincing them."
"All of them, four of them?"
"Of course, or the others would be jealous. Now, we have to get you a taste of cum before they come back. I'll be back in a minute."
He left her hanging there for five minutes until he came back, not wanting to give her a chance to respond.
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She saw it in his hand. It was a shot glass, but it was filled with a milky fluid. He walked over to her, holding the glass up to her face.
She could smell it, the familiar smell of sex.
"Open your mouth and take it in. Swish it around your mouth so you can savor the taste of a man." He pushed the glass to her lips, tilting her head back. He wasn't sure she would comply, but her lips parted and he poured the cum into her waiting mouth. It took a long time for the thick cream to flow out, covering her tongue with a thick layer before it was empty. "Swish it around, but don't swallow it yet,"
he warned her sternly. He saw her face grimace with the first taste.
"See, it's still warm."
She felt the cum flowing into her mouth like slow lava running down a volcano. The acrid odor filled her nose, but it was the salty taste that flooded her taste buds. It felt like gallons were in her mouth, thick, floating on her spit as she swished as she was ordered. It stuck everywhere in her mouth, her tongue, her gums, her teeth, all covered in a thick layer of cum. It was Captain Miguel's cum that was the only way it was still warm. He must have masturbated into the glass so he could feed her his sperm. He let it sit in her mouth for a few minutes before he gave her permission.
"Swallow it."
That was even harder than taking it in her mouth. It refused to go down, gagging the first time, finally feeling it slowly sink into her gullet, gulping loudly, fighting to keep it from coming back up.
"Lick the glass. I don't want you to waste any of it." Her wet tongue slipped out of her mouth as he held the glass at an angle. She licked it until every drop of his cum was gone into her mouth. "Good girl, Sandra." He pulled her down and took the straps off. The judges will love looking at your bare breasts as you suck their cocks. Now, come over her, we can get you ready for the judges. Just follow my instructions and you will do well."
Sandra couldn't believe what she just did, but with the lingering taste of a man's cum on her lips and in her mouth, there was no way she could deny that she had drank it. And there was more of it she would have to endure before she was finished. She was led over to the 101
thick pole. It looked like part of the building before, but now she saw it was lined with leather straps. That is why it was so secured to the floor. Nothing would be able to shake free once they were bound to it.
"Kneel in front of it." He pushed down on her shoulders until she gently lowered herself to the hard floor. He went behind her. "Give me your hands." She complied, reconciled with what she was about to be forced to perform. As soon as her hands were bound, her choices would vanish, the only option to take the four cocks in her mouth and suck them dry. He put her wrists in the leather straps and then pulled on the other end until they tightened. It took him only a minute to secure her to the pole, looking down at her, half naked, kneeling high up, her arms pulled up high so that it left her naked breasts unprotected for the judges to fondle at will while she was sucking their cocks. He took the leather band and passed it around her forehead to the back and secured it to the pole before she could protest. A second band went around her neck, hearing her gulp as he tightened it. "It's okay, Sandra, relax," he ordered, seeing her body begin to panic. "There's nothing you can do any longer. Relax and accept it."
It was worse than she expected. Not only were her wrists secured, but her head was pinned against the post, unable to move the slightest bit. The band around her neck was tight, too tight, her lungs filling with air as if they would get no more. Captain Miguel tried to calm her, but it was hard to accept what she would do, once the time drew near.
"You won't be able to do more than grunt and moan once I secure your mouth. I want you to answer me, one grunt is a yes, and two grunts is a no." He didn't wait for a response, not wanting her to see the mouth opener. It consisted of four clamps that went into the corners of her mouth, two on each side. They slid over her lips and inner mouth. They were both connected to an industrial-strength rubber band that he would secure behind her head. It was adjustable so that he could change the tension, which would in turn stretch or release her mouth on both sides. He could make it big to allow 102
entrance to the thickest of cocks, or her mouth small so that the smallest cock would still enjoy the tightness of her lips around the shaft. He pushed each clamp into the corners of her mouth and quickly pulled it tight, wanting to get her mouth open and Sandra used to having him control the size of the opening as soon as possible. She panicked, but it did little good.
It felt like her lips were torn open, when he put it into her mouth.
She could feel something metal pinching her outside lips and inner mouth, but the worst part was the terrible pressure. It felt like her mouth was a gaping hole, Sandra unable to control the drool that began to run down her chin. Now she knew what he meant when he said that she wouldn't have to do anything, they would take what they wanted from her. Her mouth was just another hole for them to put their cocks into. She tried to look when she heard the door opening, but she couldn't see that way, but she heard them, the judges were back. They finally came into her view, all of them with smiles on their faces when they saw her bound with her mouth open for their pleasure. Now she knew what judges wore under their robes. At least these judges. Nothing. Four cocks pushed out the front obscenely.
Some were huge. They might be old, but that didn't mean their cocks weren't hard or big.
Captain Miguel welcomed the judges in Spanish, but his attention was on Sandra and getting her prepared for the each of the judges.
She had no experience, but even with her mouth forced open, she still needed to make some accommodations for their enjoyment.
She saw one of the judge's stand in front of her, and then, he opened his robe and took it off. He was naked, and Sandra cringed at what she would have to perform. He was mid-fifties but not in great physical shape. He had a potbelly, but beneath the overhang was his cock jutting out with a pair of wrinkled balls hanging down between his legs. His cock was about five inches long, thick veins running up the sides like vines on a tree, the head a deep red and there was already something glistening on it. She would be confronted with the taste of him as soon as it was in her mouth.
"Put it in."
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She heard Captain Miguel's words and cringed. It was surreal to see a naked cock coming at her mouth and Sandra not trying to escape. Sandra felt the hot flesh touch her lower lip, the cock jumping to the top of her mouth with just the slightest quiver of her lips. It felt so heavy on her lip, but the judge seemed to be waiting or was just teasing her and himself. He didn't wait any longer, Sandra feeling the thick head pass over her bottom lip and touch her tongue. Her tongue recoiled away from it, which only made the cock more excited, bouncing uncontrollably in her mouth and hitting the roof before it bounced back onto her tongue. This time, she didn't move her tongue.
The cock slid in deeper, Sandra afraid of how deep it would go. She felt it slide to the back of her mouth before it stopped. She gulped loudly. She couldn't believe that she had an old man's cock in her mouth. She had never it done it to any of her lovers, but now, she was forced to having a stranger take the pleasure of her virgin mouth.
Captain Miguel allowed her grow accustomed to the idea of having a cock in her mouth and what she would do to it before he said anything. "I will adjust the hooks in your mouth each time a new cock is placed inside. You will have to tell me whether to make them tighter or looser. You want to be able to feel the veins and ridges on his cock around your lips. Your lips should seal his cock and keep it tight like a rubber band so he enjoy
s all the pleasure of your mouth.
I'm going to have him stroke it once so you can tell me. One grunt means make your lips tighter, two to make them looser."
She felt the cock move in her mouth, thrusting in and out as if he were fucking her pussy. She couldn't believe that she was actually telling him how to make her mouth suck better, but she did. She grunted once. She felt the pressure on the clamps slacken and her lips sealed around the shaft.
"Stroke her again."
She felt the cock sliding in and out. It was so lewd, but she could feel the bumps, ridges and veins on his cock as though her fingers were touching them.
"One grunt if it is okay that way."
"GGGLLG," she said, harder to grunt now that the cock sealed her 104
lips so tight.
"The judge is pleased, too, Sandra. He can't wait to start fucking your mouth. A couple more things for you to remember. Keep your tongue flat on the bottom of your mouth. Keep it wet with saliva so that his cock can slide easily up and down to the back of your mouth."
He heard the saliva washing down in her mouth. "The next thing I want to know is when you taste him for the first time. I know there is a little taste in your mouth now, but I am sure that quickly he will leak out enough to bathe your tongue with some precum. Grunt once when that happens. I want to know how well you are doing. I will give more instructions once he gets going, but he is eager to begin."
"Her mouth is yours," he told the judge.
The cock began to move, out until her lips were stretched by the thick ridge around it, then the judge thrust back in with his hips, forcing the cock back into her mouth. She felt the bumps on the shaft sliding across her silky lips, but she also felt the smooth head of his cock sliding over her wet tongue as it slid quickly to the back of her mouth. Captain Miguel was correct; she could taste his manhood, the slight acrid smell of a cock and the saltiness of something that slid over her tongue. The cock began to pick up speed, feeling it slide back and forth, her lips gripping it so tight, feeling her lips purse out when the thick ridge threatened to break free, but it never did. The judge always quickly changed direction. This was actually happening to her. She was sucking a cock. It was so lewd, her mouth forced open, bound on her knees, taking an aging cock into her virgin mouth.