Faith in the Flesh

by Maira Isabel Pita

  For me the delicious beating ended when I “awoke” to the blessed sensation of a cock thrusting deep into my pussy. John drove into me, nailing me to the black cross until I wanted to die from the pleasure before it ended and left me haunted by the memory. It did end, after the best few minutes of my life but I was immediately consoled by another erection surging up into my hungry pussy.

  Manuel slid his devastatingly curved cock slowly in and out of me until I felt half mad with need to come around him. I came deliriously close as I strained my bonds to rub my clit against the leather but he said “No!” and forced me to hold still as he continued tormenting me with his slow, deep strokes.

  When he pulled out to my agonized moans of protest, the impatient violence with which Eric rammed his hard-on into my welcomingly slick pussy comforted me again. He fucked me hard and fast, pinning me up against the cross until I could hardly breathe. I didn’t care. Welcoming his big, stretching erection as deep between my legs as he could thrust it was much more fulfilling than being able to take a deep breath.

  When Eric pulled out of me I was once again intensely disappointed until I remembered the night had only just begun.

  It was a testament to John’s artistic sense and to Manuel’s experience that there were no awkward gaps in the action. It was Eric’s task to free me and then to tie me down again wherever John and Manuel felt like playing with me next.

  Eric swept me up in his arms as quickly and efficiently as he might rescue a crash victim and it was a relief to get off my feet. It didn’t seem possible that I could get more turned on than I already was and yet that’s what happened when I saw that—except for their open flies and the big, delectably different cocks rising out of them—all three men were still fully dressed.

  “John?” I said uncertainly as Eric set me down in something resembling a dentist’s chair except for the facts that it was upholstered in sleek black leather, had no armrests, leaned back much farther so that I was almost lying in it and had two footrests attached that belonged in a gynecologist’s office.

  “How are you feeling?” He was standing beside me.

  “I’m not sure,” I admitted as Manuel pinned my arms to the edges of the seat by snapping two cold metal clamps over my wrists while Eric hooked my heels onto the footrests and bound my ankles to them with Velcro-lined straps that didn’t budge even a fraction of an inch when I tested them.

  John looked down at me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. “That’s not true,” he concluded. “You’re not being honest with yourself again, Ariana.”

  The note of disappointment in his voice was worse than anything else I could possibly imagine happening. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “You’re right, as usual, sir.”

  “Tell me how you feel.”

  “Like I want more, sir, much, much more…”

  “That’s better.” This time the approval in his voice made my soul feel like purring.

  “Be careful what you wish for, baby,” Eric warned as he bent over so I couldn’t see him.

  “Leave your boots on, officer.” John addressed him in an impatient voice. “Your uniform turns her on.”

  “She’s already as turned-on as a cunt can get!”

  “Another crude remark like that and I will ask you to leave my home.” Manuel’s tone was mild but his expression left absolutely no doubt he meant it.

  John spoke quietly but firmly. “Ariana is the remarkably deep and beautiful woman I love not just another hot little cunt, and tonight is all about her. She craves the dark magic of other men and that’s what I’m giving her. Your uniform stays on.”

  I gazed up at him worshipfully. At that moment our love for each other seemed as much a miraculous gift from God as life itself.

  * * * * *

  My first impression of the chair into which John had me strapped down was wrong. It did not belong in a doctor’s office of any kind but rather in the torch-lit throne room where I was queen for a night and both worshipped and challenged as never before in my life.

  Certain moments stand out from the dreamlike flow of arduous pleasure, images that will always hold a special place in the gallery of my memories.

  John commanded Eric to keep his uniform on but he himself stripped naked as I watched in breathless anticipation. Manuel moved away somewhere and I preferred not to wonder what he was up to as I had eyes only for my lover. None of his statues could compare to the lean glory of his hard, tanned body, which looked smooth as gold in the flatteringly dim track lights. My silver high heels were level with his shoulders when he stepped between my widespread legs and clutched my thighs like handlebars as he lodged the head of his erection in my gaping entrance.

  I gasped in anticipation as Eric stood by watching. He radiated an impatience I found myself sympathizing with as John kept me waiting for his penetration. Thanks to my splayed position, his cock would sink as deep into my body as possible, and the longer he held my eyes without moving the more I longed for the experience with all my being.

  “Get behind her, officer,” he ordered. “She’s going to suck your cock.”

  “Mm, she’s very good at that.”

  “No, not there, behind her. This is a very special chair.”

  I didn’t see how I could possibly suck Eric down when he was standing behind me but I didn’t really care. All I cared about, all I wanted was the beautiful fleshly scepter of my master’s cock. Because, I realized with a thrill, that’s exactly who he was—my master.

  He leaned forward slightly, clutching my thighs for leverage, and finally penetrated me just as Manuel appeared beside me.

  Pleasure and fear, dread and desire, trust and doubt—my heart beat contradictory emotions in rhythm with John’s thrusts as my vision was torn between his beloved eyes and the knife in Manuel’s hand.

  Our host had unbuttoned his white shirt, exposing the cross of fine black hair that so seriously excited the Catholic schoolgirl inside me. He ran the flat side of the cold and sinisterly narrow blade over the tender flesh of my breasts as they bounced enticingly beneath the force of John’s thrusts. The knife looked old and deadly and scared me speechless. I didn’t want it anywhere near me much less touching me and yet the look in Manuel’s eyes as he caressed me with the cold metal hypnotized all my protests into silence.

  Violet, violet, violet! I thought but the word never actually passed my lips.

  “He’s your Mayan priest, Ariana.” With a fierce jerk of his hips, John lodged his cock inside my body like a divinely tender blade around which my pussy bled pure pleasure. “But your heart is in my hands, isn’t it?”

  “Oh yes, sir! Yes!”

  Manuel raised the dagger and carefully inserted the tip of the blade into the deep indentation of my navel as John began moving in and out of me again. Pinned between his stabbing erection and the knife, pleasure and fear became so hopelessly confused between my thighs my reason mysteriously shut down. The dangerous weapon kissing the inside of my navel sharpened the sensation of my cunt clutching John’s cock and clinging to life on the beat of his thrusts. Danger, death, desire, love, trust, fear, pain, pleasure, dread and ecstasy—the relentless emotional edge made the rhythm of his penetrations overwhelmingly, almost unbearably fulfilling. My vision was torn between the profoundly arousing sight of my master literally fucking me to within an inch of my life and Manuel’s intently focused expression, as if at any second he might really plunge the knife fatally into my belly. The pleasure I suffered was much more than a physical sensation as it deepened and grew until I seemed to recognize it as the haunting energy of my soul fearlessly rising above the flesh containing it. And somehow I saw everything I was feeling reflected back to me in my master’s eyes as we shared a feeling of empowerment that was much more real than my fear.

  Abruptly Manuel raised the knife as if preparing to thrust it deep into my body as the thumb of his other hand crushed my clitoris beneath it.

  “Oh my God, no!” I cried. “Oh yes…yes!” My body
’s sensitive little seed burst to joyous life, shooting the luminous roots of a climax through all my nerve ends as I seemed to die endlessly and gloriously around John’s merciless stabs.

  “I hope that’s all you’re planning to do with that knife.”

  The blood rushing violently through my heart made Eric’s voice sound insignificantly far away. I was much more vividly aware of John’s cock sliding out of me, a loss that made me open my eyes. The sinister blade was no longer poised threateningly above my belly but Manuel was still there and he was holding something else…a red candle that sent dozens of luminous arms toward my eyes that got tangled in my eyelashes as I tried blinking them away. I gasped in shock and pain as a burning sensation between my breasts made it easy to imagine Manuel truly was a Mayan priest thrusting his hard, hot fist into my chest.

  I whimpered and struggled uselessly against my restraints as hot wax agonizingly licked one of my nipples and swiftly hardened in an excruciatingly pleasurable way. John was still standing between my legs and he too was holding something, an object I didn’t like the looks of at all. I realized it was a butt-plug and that he was preparing to put it inside me just as I got another surprise when the chair beneath my head suddenly gave way, flinging my head back conveniently.

  If I had been helplessly bound and vulnerably spread open before it was nothing to how I felt then with all three of my holes offered up at once.

  “Nice!” Eric said with feeling as he promptly grabbed my head and slipped the thick head of his cock between my lips. He began slowly pushing himself into my mouth, intently reaching for my throat which was offered up to him at a perfect angle. Theoretically he could lodge his entire erection in my throat if he felt like it and I had no doubt that he did feel like it.

  Yet I was distracted from my oral ordeal by the sensation of John’s fingers smoothing a breathtakingly cold lubricant into my anus with a probing finger that all too soon was replaced by the much more intrusive conical shape of the horrible butt-plug.

  Meanwhile Manuel continued tormenting my breasts with heavy licks of hot wax deliciously contrasted by his light kisses traveling slowly down the length of my body—from the indentation of my collarbone all the way to my navel which he thoroughly explored with his soothingly warm tongue as if to make up for torturing it with the a knife’s sharp tip.

  So many sensations demanded my attention. I closed my eyes and moaned pleadingly beneath an onslaught of pleasure laced with effort as I struggled to open my throat up to Eric’s chokingly big cock and to relax my sphincter around the rending dimensions of the butt-plug while writhing in perversely intense pleasure beneath Manuel’s cruelly delicious ministrations. The experience of John’s erection filling my pussy again just as the butt-plug sank sickeningly into place deep in my bowels was too much for me to handle.

  “Mm! Mm! Mm! I moaned around Eric’s cock. “Mm! Mm!”

  “Let her talk,” John commanded.

  Eric pulled out of my mouth but kept a possessive hand resting on my throat.

  “Is there something you need to say, Ariana?”

  Violet! I thought. Violet! And yet I didn’t actually say it. Instead I made the effort to hold my head up so I could look up into my lover’s eyes. I braced myself on his steady stare, letting it center me and relax me until once again I believed I could do what I had never stopped wanting to do, which was take anything he felt like giving me.

  I sucked in my breath and let my head fall back from its own weight.

  The fullness in my bowels, intensified by John’s erection stretching the fleshy barrier between my pussy and my anus, swelled to an almost intolerable sense of fulfillment as Manuel covered the moist path left by his tongue with a trail of hot wax and Eric wasted no time in gagging me with his cock again.

  I have no clear idea of how much time passed before I climaxed again, the soaring, flowing ecstasy magically taking the place of breathing freely as Eric selfishly stroked himself with my lips and throat and John’s cock pulsed deep inside me, his orgasm an irresistible sensual riptide taking me with it.

  After I finished milking every last drop of cum from his hard-on because I loved listening to his sexy breathless groans, John pulled out of me and let Eric have a turn in my pussy again. He even raised the back of the chair so I could enjoy watching a cop in full uniform fuck me, his hands clutching my narrow waist for leverage.

  “God she feels good!”

  John said quietly, “Don’t you dare come inside her.”

  Eric pulled out of me abruptly, flung his head back and savagely pumped his cock, shooting the warm Milky Way of his cum onto the cool trails of hardened wax, decorating my breasts and belly in red spirals resembling hot, distant galaxies.

  When Manuel and John undid the clamps and straps holding me down in the black leather chair that had transformed into a gloriously barbaric throne I allowed myself to believe the night was over and that my ordeal had ended. I was sure I couldn’t take anymore. I was so very wrong.

  Of course it wasn’t all over. It was Manuel’s turn. I realized that when he grinned at me in that feral way that would have made my knees weak even if I hadn’t already come twice.

  I winced as John carefully pulled the butt-plug out of my anus and then sighed with relief as he helped me up out of the chair.

  “Bring her this way please, officer,” he said, and I feasted my eyes on his tightly muscled back and sweet little ass before I lost sight of him as Eric swept me up in his arms.

  Manuel walked beside us. “Have you ever been suspended, Ariana?” he asked pleasantly.

  “Suspended? No-no…”

  “That’s nice.”

  The toy they felt like using on me next was barely there. It consisted merely of two fur-padded leather straps hanging from the ceiling between two larger strips of soft but strong-looking black cloth. My arms were secured above me by the wrists and then Manuel pulled on a chain until my body was stretched taut and I had to strain to maintain contact with the floor.

  “Sir, please!” I said to John as he wrapped one of the bigger straps loosely around one of my thighs. “I can’t stand this position for very long, sir.”

  “You won’t have to,” he assured me.

  He was right. A few minutes later I was hanging from the ceiling with my legs spread open and bent at the knees, most of my weight supported by the thigh straps while my wrists took the remaining pressure. I was effectively sitting in midair.

  “It’s finally time for me to fuck your ass, Ariana.” John informed me. “But first I have two little presents for you.” He twirled a thumb and forefinger around my left nipple, forcing it to stiffen and lengthen so he could more easily slip something on it.

  I gazed down at the long shimmering silver tassel hanging from the stiff peak of my breast while he performed the same operation with my other nipple. Then he tightened each loop, making me cry out from the pinching pressure as he made sure they were secure.

  “Lovely.” He flicked a finger against each one so they swung stimulatingly back and forth in a way my pussy couldn’t help responding to with a hot gush. The connection between my sex and my nipples had never felt more electric. “Do you like them, Ariana?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “They’ll do for now, until your nipples are pierced.”

  Oh God! I thought but remained submissively silent. I would discuss this with him later.

  He stepped behind me, yielding his place in front of me.

  The unexpected sight of Manuel’s naked body stunned me but I didn’t have time to appreciate it before he added the support of his hands to the straps beneath my thighs and slid his erection up into my pussy, pumping hard against me so the head of his curved cock drove relentlessly into my G-spot.

  “Oh yes! Yes! Oh God, yes!” I gasped until he thrust his tongue into my mouth and swirled it around and around, reflecting the motion with his driving thrusts and making the heavy silver tassels rock back and forth as John’s hard-on pushed slowly up in
to my ass. The butt-plug had helped open me up but his cock was so much bigger and longer there was still an excruciating edge to the darkly delicious penetration.

  Oh my God! I thought. I’m going to die! I’m going to die!

  The intensity of the fulfillment I experienced was almost too much to bear as one hard cock rammed deep into my pussy while another cock fucked my ass just as hard, both of them using the tight envelope of my flesh to stroke and endlessly stimulate each other. John had just come—his erection wasn’t as big as it could have been and I appreciated more than I could ever express the effort he was willing and able to put into fulfilling all my wildest fantasies and making me more deliriously happy than I had ever been in my life.

  Chapter Fifteen

  It was Sunday. Despite my late and gloriously exhausting night and the fact that I had gotten only a few hours of sleep, there was no way in hell I could get out of spending most of the day with my relatives.

  Before we had parted on Mami’s doorstep John kindly offered to accompany me on my official familial rounds, doubly inescapable now that the news of my return to Miami had spread to even the most distant branches of the family tree. Like leaves blown in by the wind of gossip, dozens of Padrons were converging on Coral Gables to see me. I was tempted to accept his gracious offer but resisted the selfish urge. I would only feel guilty about putting him through such a boring ordeal and make it even harder for me to endure. I would be happier thinking of him working in his studio while I suffered through one loving interrogation after another.

  “You’ll have to meet some of my relatives eventually,” I told him, “but not today.”

  He kissed my forehead and caressed the hair away from my face. “I’d be happy to come,” he insisted.