by Anna Cundell
‘That’s not the point,’ the man said. ‘It’s Dr Hammer’s orders. Either you do as I say or we take you straight back to your house and forget it.’
Clare looked into his eyes. They were stern and cold, and he had obviously done this many times before. So she sat on the bench, then turned onto her stomach feeling an inexplicable excitement deep inside. She remembered how she had felt the overwhelming need to tie herself to Greg’s bed. There was obviously something in the prospect of being put into bondage that made her feel like this, but what it was she did not know.
‘Nice arse,’ the blond man commented gruffly. ‘Now put your arms behind your back.’
She did as she was told, moulding her breasts and erect nipples against the padded seat of the bench.
The blond bent over her, took a small plastic tube from a pocket of his coat, pulled the cap from the nozzle, then ran the tip along the inside of her rubber-encased arms, leaving a trail of viscous liquid down to her wrists. Then he pushed her arms together, the discomfort making her groan and wince, and he held her arms together like that for a few minutes.
‘Glue,’ he said, by way of explanation, and when he took his hands away Clare’s arms were effectively welded together and quite useless to her. The rubber might be thin, but there was hardly any give in it at all.
The man leant over her again and pulled a blindfold over her eyes. Suddenly Clare was plunged into darkness, and he strapped it tightly over the rubber hood at the back of her head.
In the darkness she felt a strap being tightened around her shoulders, then her waist, knees and her ankles, tying her to the bench. She struggled, but the straps were too tight to allow much movement.
‘Why are you doing this?’ she asked.
‘Be quiet,’ came the curt response. ‘You say another word and I’m going to have to gag you. Understand?’
Clare fell silent, and the total darkness seemed to force her thoughts inward. Only a short time before she had been cosily lying in her bed. Now she was strapped helplessly on a bench in a bizarre fetish costume with another near-naked woman in the back of a strange van. And the most extraordinary thing was that though she felt intensely apprehensive, her overriding emotion was one of profound sexual excitement.
Despite the discomfort of the bondage, her shoulder muscles already aching from the strain, she had never before felt so turned on. She was intensely aware of the way the rubber suit moulded to her body, embracing every inch of her. There was enough play in the straps to allow her to writhe a little, and this made the tight rubber and the metal zip that had wormed its way between her sex lips move deliciously against her clit. Similarly, whilst squirming against the bench her nipples also produced the most thrilling sensations. She had no idea why being bound should induce such responses from her traitorous body, but there was no denying that it did. In the darkness she found herself aching for a hard phallus to fill the wet void that was her pussy.
The van trundled through the deserted streets, and even its movement was evocative, every bump in the road, every sharp turn throwing her body against the straps and producing a new wave of blissful sensations. She began to move more determinedly, forcing her belly against the padded bench so the rubber would rhythmically stroke against her clit.
‘You girls are all the same,’ he said. ‘All of you gagging for it. Look at you, wriggling licentiously, trying to bring yourself off.’
‘Please…’ she sighed, before she realised what she was saying.
‘I told you to be quiet.’
‘But can’t you see what I need?’ she begged.
‘So I was right, then,’ he sniggered. ‘Well, let’s see if I can’t help you out.’
She heard him move away, and then a moment later he was back at her side. ‘Try this…’
Suddenly a line of fierce pain exploded across her buttocks, like countless tiny needles pricking her flesh though the rubber. She howled, but even before the exclamation died away Clare felt a sensation she didn’t think she would ever forget. The pain seemed to travel right through her body and into her sex, turning at the same time to the most intense and unique pleasure she had ever felt. Her whole body convulsed, her vagina contracting exquisitely.
Thwack!
Another stripe of pain was followed by another profound wave of pleasure. She realised at once that she was coming and would not be able to stop herself. However humiliating it was to allow this stranger to see her being turned on by such degrading treatment, she simply could do nothing about it.
Thwack!
Three scorching stripes decorated her bottom. She could feel each separately, but at the same time they merged to send exquisite sensations to her sex.
‘Oh, god,’ she mumbled, rolling her head from side to side.
The man dropped to his knees beside her and caressed her rubber-covered bottom, provoking a whole new wave of stimulation. Then his fingers forced their way between her legs, curling towards her clit, and that was the last straw. Clare moaned, uncontrollably pushing her sex down against his hand as her orgasm erupted.
‘Very needy,’ he said, feeling the paroxysms of her sex. ‘I suppose you want to be fucked, too.’
‘Oh yes, yes…’ At that moment she wanted that more than anything in the world. Her orgasm left her hungry for more.
‘Gagging for it, like I said,’ he goaded, and then got to his feet and she heard him thump the front wall. ‘Joe, find some place to stop,’ he called.
The van continued travelling for another three or four minutes, then Clare felt it slowing. It made a sharp turn, and then bumped along for a few yards before coming to a halt. Moments later there was a cool breeze as the rear door of the van opened.
‘Guess what?’ the man said. ‘She says she wants to be fucked.’
‘Which one?’
‘The new one.’
‘Yeah? Well I’ve got to say she’s a good-looker, all right.’
Clare heard someone else getting up into the van, and almost immediately the straps around her body were released and she was pulled to her feet. Hands then unbuckled the strap of the blindfold and pulled it off.
The driver, a large man with beady eyes, pulled the zip of the cat-suit down to her waist, then squeezed his fingers under the rubber to fondle her breasts. ‘Nice tits,’ he mumbled gruffly, and just then the woman strapped to the wall of the van started to struggle against her bonds and moan loudly around the ball-gag.
‘Mandy wants some too,’ the blond man mused.
‘We can make a party of it.’
‘You’re joking, that bitch Jacqueline made me padlock the harness and she’s got the only key.’
‘Pity.’
‘Still, bring her anyway; she can watch,’ the blond man said, then nodded at a coil of white rope hanging from one of the bars. ‘And bring that too.’ He took Clare by the arms, helped her out, and she found they were now in the country in a small clearing just off the road, surrounded by ghostly looking trees, the headlights of the van illuminating them. The blond man guided her over to a large oak tree, positioning her under one of its lower branches.
‘This will do very nicely,’ he decided, then took one end of the rope and began tying it around Clare’s already immobilised wrists.
‘You… you don’t need to do that,’ she ventured.
‘Oh, but I do, sweetheart,’ the man contradicted. ‘I do.’
He threw the rope over the branch above Clare’s head, and then hauled on it until her arms were jerked up behind her, forcing her to bend forward from the waist and spread her legs apart to keep balance. Then straining to look back between her thighs she saw the other woman being helped out of the van by the driver.
‘Bring her over here,’ the blond man said, using a penknife to cut another length of rope. ‘Stand her by the tree.’
> From her uncomfortably inverted position Clare watched as the driver backed the woman up until she was standing against the gnarled trunk, and then the blond man quickly bound her wrists together behind it.
‘Mmm…’ the woman murmured, clearly trying desperately to articulate words through the ball-gag.
‘Listen, sweetheart, I’d love to fuck you too,’ the man mocked her, ‘but there’s no way I can so you’re just going to have to watch and hope the good doctor takes care of you when we get there.’
‘Mmm…’ the woman repeated, shaking her head in frustration. She seemed to be thrusting her breasts out as if to say that at least they were available for the men to use. The blond one took the hint and dug his fingers into the pliant flesh, pinching both nipples so hard the woman squealed through the gag. Then he gripped the leather strap that cut into her sex and cruelly tweaked it from side to side.
‘Mmm… mmm…’ the woman gasped, now nodding her head.
‘You like that, do you?’ the man teased.
‘Mmm…’
‘Well, maybe later,’ he said, giving her breasts one last vicious pinch before moving back to Clare.
‘We’re going to have to get her out of this thing,’ the driver said, examining the rubber cat-suit.
‘That’s not necessary,’ his associate countered, gripping the tongue of the zip and lowering it, leaving Clare’s sex completely exposed, the tormenting sound making her hold her breath and seemingly loud in the stillness of the small clearing. ‘See?’ he said, grinning lewdly.
Clare felt a finger running between her labia. She was wet and it slid effortless to her clit, where it rocked from side to side. She’d never had an experience like it and never even dreamt of having one, but her whole body was gripped with sexual yearning. The fact that her shoulders were cramped and aching from the bondage and that her bottom still smouldered from the marks of the whip only made that yearning all the more acute.
‘So who’s going to go first?’ the blond man said.
‘You had a go at her in the van,’ his accomplice replied, ‘so I think I should.’
Clare peered back between her legs and saw one of the men dropping his trousers to his ankles, and seconds later felt a hard, hot erection nudging her labia.
‘Boy, she’s wet,’ the driver said huskily.
‘Yeah, I don’t know where the doc gets them, but he certainly picks the ripe ones.’
Two large hands grasped Clare’s rubber-covered hips. She saw the head of the penis appear between her sex lips, pull back a little, then thrust powerfully into her with one sharp lunge. She gasped. It filled her completely, stretching the walls of her vagina and butting up against the neck of her womb. She could feel it throbbing, and for a moment it was throbbing so much she thought he was going to come instantly, but he pulled back and seemed to get himself under control.
‘This is what you wanted, isn’t it?’ the blond man said, his feet appearing in front of her. It was painful to raise her head, but she strained her shoulder and neck muscles to look up at him.
‘You know it is,’ she managed.
He smiled a knowing smile, and then pulled down his trousers and underpants to reveal a large erection, spearing towards her face from a hairy and shadowy groin. Without pausing he cupped her chin and fed his cock between her lips. She swallowed it, sucking hard then running her tongue around the rim of the glans. She could see herself as if from above, bound helplessly and impaled by two men at the same time, and she was telling herself it was degrading and she should be making every effort to resist, but the fact that it was so shameful only made it more exciting.
From the corner of her eye she could see the woman tied to the tree, and she seemed to be in exactly the same state as her. In the van her legs had been spread wide apart, but now they were unrestrained she was rubbing her thighs together so that the leather strap between them would tease her clitoris.
The driver thrust his cock deep again, grasping her hips to pull her back onto it. Clare gasped with pleasure as he began a regular pounding rhythm, pulling almost all the way out of her then lunging back in. She had never felt like this, every nerve in her body seeming to come alive. His groin slapping against her buttocks was renewing all the pain the stripes of the whip had left, but now it was laced with pulsing pleasure. Though she didn’t understand why she knew that being bound so tightly, the acute cramp in her shoulders and arms where her muscles ached for release, was intensifying everything she felt, and within seconds the familiar signs of an orgasm were coursing through her body.
The two cocks ploughed into her relentlessly, and they seemed to be a direct connection between her pussy. Her mouth was suddenly just as sensitive as her sex and the feeling of the cock thrusting into it was just as delicious as the brutal cock thrusting into her cunt. Her blossoming orgasm was fed from both sources, and the driver mauling her breasts and pinching her nipples. She felt her vagina contracting violently, and then a huge wave of bliss broke over her. If her mouth had not been full she would have screamed out in ecstasy.
In the past a single orgasm would leave her replete. But now she was astonished to find that as soon as the explosive climax had run its course she was left with one overriding emotion; she wanted more. She pushed back onto the driver’s cock and at the same time sucked hard on the blond man’s as it slid into her throat. She used her tongue to flick the ridge at the base of his glans.
The driver was on the point of coming. She felt his fingers digging into her hips more tightly as he increased the rhythm of his thrusting. ‘Yes, yes, yes…’ he was grunting with each aggressive stroke, and then he plunged into her, pulled her back against him and held her there. Immediately she felt his cock spasming violently against the tight confines of her vagina as his spunk erupted, and this made her climax again too, her scream of pleasure muffled on the other man’s cock.
Her second orgasm was so intense that if she’d not been bound to the tree she would have collapsed to the ground. For a moment she was aware of nothing but the blood pulsing through her veins, and it took her a while to realise the two cocks that had been buried in her had gone. But her awareness was soon revived by the feel of another erection nudging against her rubber-clad buttocks, and opened her eyes to see the blond man’s cock between her thighs.
‘I love working on a wet deck,’ he said crudely, as he took her by the hips and plunged his cock into her vagina.
She moaned loudly now she was free to do so, and despite the pain in her shoulders and arms from being bound for so long, almost as soon as he thrust into her she felt another orgasm beginning to burgeon. She wasn’t sure whether it was because his cock was bigger or whether the driver’s cock had prepared her, but she felt as if he was penetrating deeper, probing uncharted regions of her.
Clare came first. There was no doubt the pain from the bondage and the welts on her buttocks were actually provoking her and making her more responsive. Her vagina clenched around the hard cock and a wave of the most unbelievable pleasure broke over her, every nerve in her body linked into the explosion emanating from her sex. The feelings were so strong she was only dimly aware of the man’s ejaculation. It wasn’t until he pulled out of her, and she felt a trickle of sperm escaping from the lips of her sex, that she realised he’d orgasmed too.
‘We’d better get a move on,’ the driver said.
‘Don’t worry, we’ve got plenty of time,’ his colleague said wearily, pulling out of her. ‘We need to get her cleaned up first, and I’ve got an idea.’
He moved to the tree and Clare watched as he untied the woman in the leather harness.
‘I’ve got a little job for you, Mandy,’ he said, dragging her behind Clare then forcing her to her knees. He undid the ball-gag. ‘You know what to do.’
‘Oh, thank you, master,’ Mandy said, her voice croaky from lack of use.
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nbsp; Clare strained to see what was happening, realising what they had in mind. ‘No,’ she said, struggling against her bonds. She’d previously experimented with a couple of girls, kissing and petting, but she had never let it get any further. No female had ever so much as looked at her sex let alone used her mouth there. Mandy ignored her mumbled protests, leant closer and pushed her tongue into Clare’s sex, lapping the men’s sticky outpourings from it.
‘No…’ Clare wailed, but however much her mind was telling her to rebel her body clearly felt something different, and the rigidity of apprehension melted into compliance. The artful tongue of the woman curling into the silky flesh of her vagina was having a profound effect. Every twisting movement of the tongue produced waves of the most delicious sensations, and just when Clare thought she was totally spent she realised she was going to come again.
‘Not so keen to get away now,’ the blond man mocked.
Clare knew it was wrong. She knew she should be resisting but her body betrayed her. Mandy’s tongue nudged against Clare’s clitoris, and the impact upon the bound girl was so strong she shuddered, the touch perfect, gentle and yet wonderfully firm. The tongue insinuated its way around the little bud, unerringly finding the most sensitive area and concentrating its efforts there.
Clare gazed dreamily back at the woman kneeling behind her. While her mouth worked on Clare’s sex she could see her squeezing her thighs together and wriggling her hips to work her clit against the strap cutting up between her legs. Her big breasts, framed by the tight leather harness, were quivering, and she was using one hand to pinch her nipple, her fingernails biting into the puckered flesh.
The extraordinary thing was that Clare could feel the effect it was all having on Mandy. Her tongue began to falter and her breathing was becoming increasingly heavy, then quite suddenly she pressed her mouth against Clare’s sex, her tongue hard against Clare’s clit, and gasped a long and passionate, ‘Ohhh…’