Cruel Devices: Taboo Punishment Collection (Extreme Bondage)
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I will not do it, I tell myself. I will not be another one of his conquests, but I cannot help the feelings that rush through me. Death is all around me, yet it only brings me closer to life. I am energized, a creature of pure sensation as the lieutenant fucks me in short, sharp strokes.
I cannot leave this world like this, tormented and overthrown by the enemy, an enemy who has sort out my weaknesses with such efficacy and diligence, a master torturer in every way.
My pussy swells around his shaft, my legs butter as he fucks against the wet gash between my legs. He rocks forward and strokes my breasts, pinching a nipple between his fingers, lowering his head to take it between his teeth as his cock rides low in my pelvis.
Sweat trickles from my brow, gathering under the lunette. My body sags limply as I let him use me, my back wet against the rough textures below.
I murmur to myself, reading the mottos of the sans-culottes in my head, promising to never give in, to always fight no matter what the stakes.
But my steel is leaving me. I want to submit. I want to give in and let him take me, use me like the criminal I am.
The lieutenant pulls from my cunt and staggers to the front of the guillotine. Below the tails of his shirt his member stands like a pole, a sceptre shining slick in the moonlight. My juices are upon it. They are the ministrations of a traitor to the Cause.
The blade above is blackened out as he stands over my face, pressing his cock downwards against my lips.
“Open them,” he commands.
I do, letting him slide his member into my mouth. I take his thick cock willingly, knowing that I could clamp down upon it at any moment. He thrusts down and his entire shaft glides along my tongue into my throat. I gag but retain composure, letting my throat adjust to his girth as he fucks my mouth.
He pulls back when I start to choke. I see a thick vein running down his shaft as his cock springs upright. He squats over my face, sinking his balls into my mouth so that I take each in alternate, sucking on the delicate fruit and running my tongue along the thin seam that divides his sack. He presses the tip of his cock downwards again, painting my lips with the glistening tip. I taste him, the salt, the musk, the strange spices unlike any I’ve known or been privy to before. This is a unique creature indeed.
I open my mouth, an invitation, and he drives into it again, presses my neck awkwardly against the bottom of the lunette with every frenzied thrust. I flick my tongue over the body of his cock, sweep it over his glans until he moans in approval.
This simple act of fellatio casts a spell over us both. A rapturous glow falls over me and I ask him, aloud, “please.”
His cock pops free again, a line of saliva between my lips and the swollen bulb of his prick that glimmers like a spider’s web at morn.
The courtyard stills.
He laughs, steps forward, parting his ass cheeks with his hands and lowering himself onto my face so that his asshole kisses my lips.
“Clean it, whore,” he instructs.
My tongue darts out and presses against the tight muscle, rimming around the ring and flicking against his taint.
Satisfied, he stands and disappears from sight.
The guillotine lurches and I shake again, fearful at any moment the blade will plunge downwards, splitting me.
My thighs are gripped as he lifts my legs over his shoulders and rocks forward, plunging so hard and deep into my waiting cunt that it shocks the air from my chest in a ragged gasp.
One, two strokes and I can take no more as the pressure on my bud refuses to relent. The fire sweeps through my body swiftly, consuming my mind.
As I come, I hear a bird crow on the wall above. I hear the soft pressing of the lieutenant’s sack against the end of the bench as he continues to pound me with his member. I surrender fully, my body and blood humming as a finely tuned instrument, understanding this is life, whether or not the future will come, or even if this is a real place or time at all but simply another step towards the infinite cosmos.
I’m still in a hymn of ecstasy as the lunette is lifted from my neck. Vaguely, I feel the lieutenant lifting me, turning my body over until I’m lying belly down on the bench, the lunette falling against the back of my neck and my eyes pointed at the basket below that will collect my head, stained crimson from the last poor soul to be seated thus.
I glimpse his cock, a stony column rising against his shirts and coats, legs all bundled muscle, the sabre swinging by his side.
He moves behind me. His hands fall upon my ass cheeks and spread them apart. He spits into the crevice, right against the tight pull of my anus.
I scream out in protest. “Anywhere but there! Please!”
My cries go unheard. He lines his cock up and rushes forward, bouncing clean away the first time but succeeding on the second in burying his cockhead into my young orifice.
He pulls my cheeks apart wider until the twisted eye of my anus gives and his shaft enters my burning hole. He grunts and shifts forward, feet scrabbling for purchase on the cobblestone as he defiles me. He penetrates me with a slow, focussed fervour, long, sliding deeper and deeper into my gritty canal, where no man has gone before, or dared.
His chest touches my cheeks and I know he has done it. He has penetrated my last virgin hole to the fullest extent. My debasement and humiliation is now complete. All that’s left is for the blade to fall and my head to roll, my anal passage squeezing tight as it seeks to expel all from my body in the throes of death.
He holds the release lever, using it as leverage to ram into me harder. His touch is not tender as he rakes my back. He’s confident and strong, and slowly, as he works with master strokes, I begin to relent and feel the same sweeping fulfilment fill my ass just as it did my traitorous cunt.
My pussy wets below as he grinds into me, finding a spot that brings new satisfaction in my body, wonders I have never known.
With shame, I press back against him, hands against the lunette as I try to lift myself upwards and rock him deep into my body.
He slides his cock all the way out to the tight ring of my anus, plunging back deliciously into the fires of my bowels. He grips my hips and my cheeks squeeze his shaft like a vice, manhandling my breasts as his sabre clunks against the side supports of the guillotine.
I feel the fall, the endless journey to paradise. It seems eternal, otherworldly. The rush of orgasm approaches, an oblivion so deep and long I fear it may be my body, not the blade, that sends me to the next world.
Just as I’m about to come, he pulls out, my ass closing. He lifts my body under the torso and turns me, screwing me around in the lunette until I choke and blubber, turning me until I’m once again on my back, shoulders bent and broken from the unnatural movement.
Lying down once more, he thrusts into my sopping cunt, paying no heed to the fact his cock is still hot and dirty from my ass, plunging to the very extremities of my body.
He cries out, close to his own death, still grasping the lever and sending the blade rocking and whining above me.
I grip the bench again and come, lost in a wash of blinding joy, my cunt squeezing around him in violent contractions, tightening and constricting around his poisonous cock.
As I’m screaming, caught in a web of ecstasy, the lieutenant pulls the release lever at the same time as he jams against my womb and releases his seed.
The blade falls with a whoosh. My body tenses. My eyes close, but when they open I do not see the cobblestone as my head rolls upon them. Rather, the blade has fallen short, caught halfway down the guillotine.
The lieutenant holds the release rope in his hands, tying it back with effort to hold it in place halfway down the structure as he continues to pump his seed into my body, filling my poor cunt to capacity with every lurid thrust.
The blade secured, the lieutenant pulls out of the slop between my legs and rounds the front of the machine, twisting my head to the side and planting his warm member between my lips. I suck, cleaning the sweet mix of seed and my desi
re from his cock, swallowing our ministrations until he is satisfied, lifting the lunette and allowing me to sit upright, fingers around my throat, grateful for my life.
As the lieutenant gropes for his pants on the ground, cock a fleshy rolling pin between his legs, I make my move, leaping forward and pulling his sabre from its sheath. He turns and I jam it against his balls.
The shock on his face is absolute. The colour drains from it to leave more him spectre than man.
My patience has been rewarded in full.
I gesture to the guillotine, the edge of the bench wet with seed. “After you.”
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