by Powerone
Henri did not need any further encouragement, pushing two fingers into her asshole, passing her gripping sphincter into her rectum, twisting and turning inside her, his knuckles rubbing harshly against her anal walls. He spread his fingers in deeper, down into her colon, his knuckles pushed hard against her anus.
She felt the fullness of his fingers inside her, and pushed out again, her anus opening wider, her sphincter straining to keep her anus open, the fingers moving around inside her burning anal tract before Henri removed them.
For fifteen minutes, they watched Jessica make her anus perform for them. Her spasms increased as the intensity of the Ben Gay increased, her asshole opening and closing, the tiny hole unable to stop the painful burning and itching they had inflicted on her bound and spread body.
Michael could wait no longer. His cock wanted to be sheathed inside her hot, tight asshole. “"Push out with your asshole and I will lubricate you again. This should stop the burning."” He was pleased when her ass arched up even higher, her anus flowering open, her tiny hole now a dark inviting passage. His lubricated finger slid inside her, readying her to be sodomized by his large cock. He knew that it would hurt at first but she would eventually come to enjoy it. A cock in her mouth would keep her occupied and aroused. Henri would teach her how to take it deep in her throat.
Jessica looked up to see Henri in front of her, naked, his hard brown cock jutting out from his body, his hand clasped tightly around it. She moaned as one finger became two, twisting and turning in her virgin asshole, lubricating her anal passage for his cock.
Henri held her face in his hands, pushing his hips forward until the head of his cock touched her silky skin. His cock jerked, leaving a faint trace of pre-cum on her cheek as he slowly dragged it over her face and lips, his cock jerking again when her hot breath whispered on his cock. “"Open your eyes and wet your lips,"” he ordered Jessica. “"I want to see that innocent face as I fuck it.""
She felt a heavy weight sink down on the mattress between her legs, Michael''s naked body sliding down on her upraised ass cheeks. She quivered in excitement as she felt his hard cock rub on her ass cheeks. She let her hips move, feeling the hot cock burning her skin as it moved over her ass. Henri''s cock waited on her wet lips. She could see his heavy balls hanging below. She let her lips part, Henri taking it as her answer and let his cock head slowly part them, forcing them wider and wider as the head of his cock slowly sank into the hot confines of her mouth. She let her tongue run over the head, tasting the slightly salty tang of his pre-cum fill her mouth. He pushed harder, her head held still, forced to accept the deeper penetration. Her lips lightly wrapped around the rim of his cock, her tongue playing back and forth over the piss slit, tasting the drops of cum extracted by her hot tongue.
Michael saw Jessica busily servicing Henri and waited no longer. He lifted up his hips from her body, grabbed his cock at the base and stroked it up and down her crack, from the top of her ass, down over her anus to dip into the wetness of her pussy, coating the head of his cock. He brought it up to her wrinkled anus, fisting the hard cock, and pushed against the clenching opening. He pushed with his hips, his hard cock forcefully shoving aside all resistance, stretching her anal ring near to the tearing point. Over half of the head was inside her, her moans reflecting the pain she was in as he began to fuck her virgin asshole.
She was filled at both ends. Her mouth enveloped over half of Henri''s cock, her cheeks bulging and hollowing as the cock quickly filled her oral cavity, her mouth held captive by Henri, unable to stop the gradual descent into its depths. She moaned on the hard cock as her asshole stretched wide, the slow unfurling continuing. Michael did not seem to be in a hurry, letting her get used to having her back passage filled, each time pushing in just a little deeper, pulling out until her sphincter grabbed at him, then plunging back in to root his member further inside her. She mumbled incoherently through the mouthful of cock as her anus suddenly snapped open and Michael''s cock slid into the hot, buttery depths of her rectum, her sphincter clutching around the rim of his cock, gripping it.
Henri took that as his sign and shoved his cock forward, slamming hard into the back of her mouth, feeling her gag and choke convulsively as he filled her throat. He held it there, feeling her throat muscles massage his cock, almost like a hand stroking it. He pulled out, letting her catch her breath, knowing that Michael was readying to plunge his cock into the depths of her bowels. She would scream when he did that, but Henri learned that he could cut it short by burying his cock in her throat just at the start of the shriek. The spasm of her throat would seriously pleasure him.
Michael leaned over Jessica. “"Do you like that, Jessica? Do you like being taken by two hard cocks?"” He pressed with his hips, feeling his cock sink deeper inside her, her insides clutching, her sphincter grabbing the root of his cock, her anus stretched tightly around it. She was so hot and tight.
Jessica could feel only the pain as she was stuffed with two hard cocks at one time. She choked and gagged each time Henri shoved, his cock jerking in appreciation as her throat caressed the hard flesh. Her asshole felt like it was tearing as Michael''s cock continued to plunge inside her. He would pull out until her sphincter would grab tightly around the ring, then push back in again, each time sinking deeper and deeper into her asshole. Her asshole was not built to be fucked, but Michael did not seem to care, his only concern was the pleasure it was giving him. She felt his hand slip under her body, searching out and finding her pussy. It began a gentle masturbation of her body, rubbing up and down the folds of her vagina, fingertips rubbing the tip of her clit, slapping at the hard bud.
Henri could not believe how good Jessica was with her mouth, instinctively lapping at the shaft with her tongue, rubbing up and down the side, over the veins, before returning to the head to coax more cum from the tip. When he shoved it down her throat, his balls would slap against her chin, his belly rubbing on her face, the clasping of her throat on his throbbing member bringing such exquisite pleasure.
Michael''s cock sunk deep inside her colon, a sharp cramp hitting her as the hard cock straightened out her anal passage. Her tightly clinging channel gripped the rubbery flesh as his cock ripped its way past her rectum and into her colon. She thought she was going to be split open.
Michael watched his cock pull from her anus, tugging the rim of flesh out with it, then plunging back deep inside the tiny, brown, puckered opening, his huge organ gripped tightly by her constricting ring of flesh. It was so good, her anal muscles gripping his buried cock; he had to fight the urge to cum. He gripped her hips tightly, plunging his cock inside her with a fury, hearing her gasp in pain or pleasure as she went from empty to being stuffed in seconds. Her head was thrust up, Henri pumping her mouth as he filled her face with his huge member. She could only make small gurgling sounds as she was battered from both sides.
His fingers felt good, the relentless masturbation of her pussy, coupled with the complete surrender of her mouth and asshole to their demanding cocks was forcing a cum from her loins. She pushed back on her asshole, clenching the hard cock as it withdrew, relaxing her anal muscles so he could thrust back hard. Her mouth now suctioned on Henri''s cock, and her tongue lapped at whatever it could find, from the head to the shaft. Her throat convulsed, forced to swallow the huge man-meat jammed into the hot confines of her throat. She would never be able to deep throat a cock without choking, her gag reflex too hard. Now, she wasn''t sure she would ever learn; men seemed to enjoy forcing her to choke more.
It was time. Michael''s cock plunged unmercifully in and out her constricting ass, making her take deep hard strokes that battered her insides, feeling her body shudder when cramps hit her. He felt cum surge up from his balls as his shaft slipped up and down her elastic anal passage. He shot a molten river of cum inside her nether region, his hotly jerking cock spewing his semen inside her colon.
Henri did not wait, either. His cock plunged in and out of her mouth, her tongue swirling around
and around the shaft and tip, her lips sucking hungrily on his cock drawing the juices from his balls. He plunged into her pulsating throat, feeling her gag on his hard cock. He pulled out, wanting her to take all of his cum in the hot confines of her mouth. He pumped his cock with his hand, his knuckles banging painfully against her lips as he began to cum. The first load shot out, catching her throat open, choking her as it shot down the wrong passage. A second and third load followed, her mouth swallowing rapidly, trying to keep from choking to death on the thick, salty fluids.
Jessica was delirious with passion. Her anal muscles were clasping the cock filling her colon with his hot cum, the cock growing larger and throbbing, filling her and stretching her. Jessica''s body was jerked between the two cum-spewing cocks, battered at both ends, her mouth stuffed with the hard flesh of Henri, the salty taste permeating her mouth as she swallowed desperately to keep from choking on the volume of cum filling her mouth. Her noises of protest had long turned to surrender and familiar cries of excitement as Michael''s masturbation had its effect on Jessica, her body shuddering into a series of sudden jerking orgasms, her body simultaneously being filled with the cum of her two partners.
Henri let his cock sit in her mouth, his limp member shrinking rapidly. She sucked on it, her tongue lapping up cum from the head.
Michael felt her sphincter push his cock out of her ass, the limp flesh popping out noisily, his cum dripping from the inflamed hole to drip onto the bed beneath her. Cum drizzled from the corner of her mouth to roll down her chin as she quietly coughed. He got off the bed, allowing her to take a deep breath.
Jessica was released, her limbs numb, simply lying unmoving on the bed for over an hour. Michael and Henri were long gone before she went back to her room.
During the next month, Jessica was called to the punishment room at least once a week, sometimes only by one, but usually by both Michael and Henri. Her body was often taken by the two of them, one in her pussy or asshole, the other always in her mouth. She was punished at times, finding her body tightly restrained to one of the pieces of bondage furniture, her tender flesh often striped by a whip or a flogger before her orifices were used to service their members. But they always managed to make her cum more then once. Each time a powerful orgasm would rip through her body.
On rare occasions, she would find herself being woken unexpectedly, naked, her legs spread, a large cock plunging into one of her orifices. It would be minutes before she fully realized what was happening and who was fucking her. She would be left, cum dripping from her body, mixing with her own as she submitted to their desires.
Chapter Eleven
Carnival
Jessica was on her back, tightly tied at her knees, thighs and ankles, her arms thrust over her head, rope pinning them to the headboard, her naked breasts rising and falling. She was naked; she seemed always to be naked when around Michael. His visits had become more frequent, as the end of the summer neared. He said he had so much to teach her, though Jessica suspected that he just enjoyed using her body. She let him do anything he wanted and was always surprised at the new things he thought of.
Henri''s visits had tapered off, the planning for Carnival at the end of the week taking all of his time. Jessica had heard so much, yet knew so little about it. All said it was the party of the year; all guests required to attend in costume and masked. Anything would go at the party, but when Jessica inquired as to just what went on, people refused to say, telling her she had to experience it.
Her legs pulled up to her chest, Michael''s hands running down her legs, her pussy peeking out from between clenched thighs, her anus exposed. He slapped her ass, feeling the skin heating up immediately. He could see her juices flowing.
Michael looked down at her naked body, her shaved pussy glistening in the room''s light. His hand caressed her flesh, soft and silky, even after the times he had used a whip or flogger on her. He slapped her ass, her body flinching, his large hand completely encircling her twin bound ankles, holding her legs high up in the air, keeping her exposed thighs available to him. He fisted his cock and placed it against her pussy, the head slipping between her tightly clasped pussy lips, sliding on her wetness to find her grasping vagina. Her bound legs and thighs would make her tight for him, tighter than usual. It was not that he was complaining, he just loved having a girl bound, a lesson Jessica had long since learned. He shoved hard, his mushroom head pushing aside all resistance and slamming forcefully inside her. He loved the sound of her tiny yelp of pain. He pressed down on her legs, forcing them back further, her ass raising up from the bed as he fucked his cock in deeper, feeling it pinched by her clenching pussy. He finally buried himself inside her, her hot insides wrapped tightly around his cock. He kept it inside her, not moving. “"Make me cum without me moving my cock. Squeeze my cock with your pussy until I shoot inside you.""
Jessica began to tighten her pussy on his cock, clenching, relaxing and clenching, on and on, her tightly bound legs keeping him trapped inside her pussy. It was more than half an hour before she made him cum, her body drained from the constant tightening of her muscles. She felt her body filled with his hot wetness, the cock jerking as it shot his cum deep inside her constricting pussy. He did not move, content to lie inside her.
""I want you to attend the Carnival with me.""
He surprised her. “"I would love that,"” she said, honored that he wanted her like that. At night, he was different; during the day, the Master of the house, her employer. “"What should I wear?""
""Just be naked in your room at 8 P. M. Saturday night. I will bring your costume.""
""Yes, Master,"” she replied. She felt him slip his hand between her tightly clenched thighs, seeking out her clit. He found the hard button, his fingers beginning the gentle masturbation she so loved. She felt his cock begin to stir inside her, the shaft hard, filling her up. She began to squeeze him again, wanting to make him cum anew when she did. Wanting to please him.
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She stood in the center of the room, naked, her legs spread, facing the door. Her arms were behind her neck, her fingers interlaced, her elbows pushed out to the side. Her tits were pushed upright by the pose, her back arched. She was proud of the way her body performed for him, eager to please. She had shaved her pussy bald as Michael had instructed, her lips already swollen with desire, the faint smell of pussy filling the room.
Michael entered, pleased at her appearance. He wore a pair of black leather pants that clung to his body, especially his cock; no shirt, his muscular chest tanned from the Haitian sun. “"You''re a very good girl, Jessica.""
He handed her a pair of four-inch black high heels, with leather straps that would run around her ankles, making sure they would not fall off, and a pair of thigh high, white stockings. “"Put them on."” He watched her sit, her knees bending outward as she pulled the white stockings up until they went above her knees, the elastic band holding them tight, her thighs still naked. Then she placed the shoes on her feet, unaware or maybe just too aware of the view of her pussy she was affording him. She stood up, slightly shaky on such high shoes, the muscles in her legs straining as she perched on them. “"Very beautiful,"” he commented then handed her a white dress. “"Put this on.""
It wasn''t much of a dress, a very thin material with a slit up each side. When she walked, it would pull back, leaving a large expanse of naked flesh visible. “"Panties?""
He shook his head.
She pulled the dress over her head, not even bothering to ask about a bra. The side of the dress was open from below her armpit to the hem, only a tiny patch of material keeping it gathered at her waist. Her ample breasts would be visible from the side, especially as she walked. The material was silky, her nipples hardening into tiny buds the minute the material ran over them. The bottom of the dress barely covered her crotch. She dared not bend over, as it would ride up her back if she did. But she knew that was the purpose. “"Pleased, Master?""
""No, but I will be."
” He pulled out two fur-lined leather cuffs for her wrists. She held out her wrists as he put them on, tightening them. Metal rings hung from the sides. Rings that she knew would be used to secure her. She raised up each leg, making sure that Michael got a good view of her naked pussy as he put ankle cuffs on also, with similar rings in them.
She was a little shocked when he brought out a collar, a thick two-inch leather dog collar. “"Why?""
""You are going as my slave."” He fitted the leather collar around her neck, feeling her gulps as the leather collar began to tighten on her neck, constraining her. The thickness would keep her head upright, not allowing her to look down. The collar was surrounded with the metal rings. Her arms, even her legs could be attached, allowing for some very interesting and provocative positions.
She was a little nervous now. He picked up each wrist and attached them to her neck collar in the back, forcing her elbows out to the front, her hands behind her. Her breasts rose up higher, the skirt pulling up. He attached a leash to the collar, the other end in his hand. He put on a black leather mask, tiny slits for his eyes and nose. He put a leather hood over her head. The thin leather seemed to mold over every feature of her face as he forced then smoothed the leather down over her nose, two tiny holes allowing her to breathe, further still to cover her cheeks and over her chin. There was an opening for her mouth, a thick leather ridge running around the edge. She felt so constrained by the hood, the pressure of the leather on her, molding to her skin, as if it was getting tighter the longer it stayed on her.