by David Saxon
“That is the idea, yes.”
“No way, you dirty bastard!”
I slapped her face then. Oh, not hard. Just enough to get her to understand the vulnerability of her position and that she was in no position to refuse. “You will obey my every command, understand?”
She forced her head back so that she could look up into my face. I put my fingers under her chin to support it as I suggested that she could remain in this uncomfortable sling for a very long time and that unlike her I had infinite patience to wait while she came to terms with her predicament.
“Scream if you want to.” I walked away from her, letting her head drop.
“Bastard!” she shouted as I moved up between her spread legs and laid my cock between the folds of her stretched labia. I smoothed her jellied bottom cheeks with both hands, savouring the satin skin then firmly wrenched them apart to expose her crinkled little rose hole. It was tightly closed against my intruding tongue but I licked along the cleft, enjoying the taste of that delicate skin I had so recently chastised. She writhed beneath me, giving the lie to her objections. I wasn’t quite sure how to play this. Did she want to be forced with a sudden invasion of that dear little orifice as Kerry had been or, as was my preference, would she enjoy being brought to the cock by degrees in slow easy stages? My cock was impatient to get into her flesh and in a few moments it would do so but only after I had made my first incursion into her hot bottom. I wet my thumb with saliva and pressed it against her resisting flesh. Kathleen bucked against it and the movement played right into my hands so to speak. My thumb entered and was gripped hungrily. I rotated it slowly and pushed to get as much of the ball inside her as I could. She groaned and writhed and her internal muscles pulsated round my thumb in delicious welcome. I was forced to stop because my cock was being seriously massaged by her distended pussy lips and I was close to coming.
“Good,” I said withdrawing the intruder. “I shall fit you with a neat little plug for the night. Will you like that?”
“Fuck off!”
“Oh dear!” I declared as I stepped in front of her. “Such dreadful language.” I grasped her head in both hands, pressing my thumbs into her cheeks, so forcing her jaws apart with the flesh between her teeth. I pushed my cock into her mouth roughly and enjoyed the folding of her wet lips over it. I rammed in unmercifully, pushing the head to the back of her throat in one smooth drive forward. She snorted and gagged but I didn’t stop. I fucked her face with gusto in and out… in and out ... with frantic force wanting to fill her mouth with my come.
“Come, baby … you are going to take my spunk in your mouth … all of it!” I stared into her gaping eyes and saw fear in them. Obviously she had never had her mouth filled before. Well, wasn’t that what she was there for? I would wash away that fear with my spunk until she wanted nothing more than to have a man shoot his load into her mouth.
“Here it comes, girl!” I shouted savagely as I rammed into her furiously and the spunk boiled in my heavy balls. The heat of my load passed into my cock like scolding lava, raced along the duct and into her mouth in a massive torrent. I clung to her head and pressed myself forward so that her nose was tickled by my pubic hair. I held her vice-like as jet after jet shot into her throat. She gagged and spluttered but none escaped. At last my balls emptied and I eased my cock slowly so that just the glans remained soaking in the mixture of her saliva and of my cum. The rest she had swallowed. I released the tip of my softening cock from between her lips, watching for her reaction. Her head fell forward and down as I released her. Her body shook in paroxysm but I didn’t think she was crying. Suddenly she jerked her head up to glare angrily at me.
“Well, you bastard, had your fun have you? Now what about me? Are you just going to leave me hanging here or are you going to do the same for me?”
I smiled.
“Eat me, you bastard … eat me, for Chrissake!”
I lowered myself to pass underneath her and gently, one by one, eased back the turnbuckles holding her pussy lips. Yes, I wanted to satisfy her just as she was demanding but therein was the problem. She was demanding something from me and that was not on the agenda. Of course I wanted all of that delicious pussy in my mouth. It was already sopping wet but that was the cue for me to bring another one of my toys into action. Having released the chains I crawled from under.
The toy I had in mind was a mechanical dildo. It consisted of a good-sized cock on the end of a crank that could be set at any angle for the best penetration. Ordinarily I would have had Kathleen vertical and astride the thing. She would have been stood feet flat on the floor and held in position by straps. The machine could then fuck her for as long as I thought fit. But today things would be different. I liked the suspended bondage position in which Kathleen was being held because, even after multiple orgasms she would not collapse if, by chance, she should lose consciousness. To adjust the contraption so that it could do its work in her as she now lay was a matter of a few minutes’ work. Soon I had the massive weapon pointed at her vagina. I extended it to the full length of its crank and slid it into her cunt. I watched with pleasure as the rounded, life-like head broached her fleshy portals. Her pussy opened willingly to the intruder and I had a moment’s thought as to whether or not she was a virgin. Well, whatever, she certainly would not be in a moment or two. If there was a hymen in the way it would soon be broken.
“Yeeeow!” Kathleen bucked at the intrusion then wriggled to get it comfortably inside her. “My ... ooooh ... it is killing me ... too big … ooooh!”
Because of her youth and status I was reluctant, at the moment, to fuck her myself for fear of unwanted results. Unlike Kerry, already married and a mother whom I could fuck any time I wished and sod the consequences, Kathleen I could afford to get pregnant, not yet anyway. Oh, I would fuck her before she left me. By then she would be happily moving into the bed of her prospective husband so that paternity of any child would be accepted as his. Wooaa! What was I thinking of? I had no way of telling just how long I would need to keep Kathleen under constraint but I fully expected it to be several months. Could I honestly restrain myself from fucking her for so long a time? I knew well that I could not and therefore I had to provide her with contraception. I had just the stuff to add to her food. Besides, my task was to put her to the cock and to remove any shame or guilt she might feel because of her evident desires. The poor girl had denied herself for far too long.
“Is that nice and comfortable?” I asked with irony in my voice. I knew by her writhing and squirming that she was enjoying the penetration. She was straining to meet the artificial prick.
“F ... u … c … k!” The long drawn out exclamation told me all I wanted to know. It was time to get the machine started. I pressed the switch which set the thing vibrating. It wrenched from Kathleen’s excitement-constricted throat a long groan of intense pleasure. I moved to stand in front of her and gently caressed her heart shaped face which was flushed and glowing. I moved my hands down to her breasts. Her eyes were closed and her luscious lips were open revealing pearly teeth. Her breathing was quicker now. I needed no other signs though more were evident, nonetheless. The very scent of her, enticing and almost impossible to resist, exuded from every pore. Her skin was flushed and her breasts harder. Her nipples were extended and hard as rubber. I fondled them and squeezed, pulled at the rings. My cock had risen again to its usual hardness and I thrust it against Kathleen’s face. She reached hungrily for it with her mouth and her lips closed gratefully over it. I let her have her way. I pushed in between her plump, ruby red lips and almost collapsed with the joy of her hot mouth. She sucked on it avidly. I watched her bottom wriggling as she tried to reach orgasm with the big cock that filled her sopping wet pussy. Christ! This girl was hot, hot, hot! So hot, in fact, that for the first time since becoming a counsellor, I was wondering just how I could keep her here forever. Could I really make her mine? It was a though
t that was gaining currency in my mind and I did not care that it was infringing my professional rules.
“Aaaaaah!” I exploded into her mouth, giving down a full load that fired into the back of her throat. She continued to suck powerfully until my cock began to soften. Then I pulled it from her pressing lips with a slight plopping sound. I bent and kissed her lips. She returned it with lively enthusiasm and I found myself grateful for the wanton tenderness and searched within her sweet mouth with my questing tongue. To my surprise her tongue entered my mouth with the same searching curiosity. It was a moment of unique ecstasy which I didn’t want to stop. At all events, I broke away panting with the joy of that intimate embrace, somewhat bewildered by my own emotional state. This wonderful girl was having a most profound effect upon me and I loved it. It was some time before I could restore my equilibrium and gather my thoughts.
Back at the machine I turned a knob and slowly the dildo withdrew out of Kathleen’s pussy, almost to the head before the noiseless crank began to drive it back in. Kathleen moaned and writhed.
“Oh yes, Oh yes, oooooooh ... ooooh, oh fuck me ... p ... l ...ease!”
I turned up the power and the machine began a contented electrical moan as the speed of the crank increased. The dildo, glistening with Kathleen’s juices, slid in and out with a relentless motion that would continue for as long as I pleased. I watched the proceedings for several minutes, fine tuning the machine until I judged that the motion was absolutely right for Kathleen’s powerful temperament. Her sighs and groans were testament to the level of pleasure she was experiencing. Good! I intended to stay close, caressing her heated skin or giving her a few stripes with the cat-o-nine-tails, until she had her first orgasm. The machine buzzed on with metronomic constancy. So rigid was it that it impaled Kathleen such that her own movements were restricted but, within its scope, she writhed happily. Her movements became more urgent as she approached orgasm. She tried to lift her hips but could find no leverage within her floating bonds. She squealed and shuddered. I bent to watch the flowing juices pour off the relentless cock. Mindlessly it was driving her on to the next one and the next and the one after that. How I was wishing that it was my cock driving her to such a pitch. I was poised and ready for the opening of her rose hole. I prised apart the large cheeks and looked carefully at the little crinkly ring then lowered by face and pressed between those cheeks, letting my tongue play around her nether hole. I felt it pulsating and prodded at it with my tongue until it was gripped by the tightness of her sphincter. I let some saliva flow over it for a moment or two then straightened. It was a wonderful sight, winking so wetly, that it was enough to start my recently sucked charger rising yet again. I played around the hole with light fingers and then eased one in. Her bottom rose to meet it so I plunged in a second finger, working them backwards and forwards as renewed squeals of pleasure filled the cellar with Kathleen’s echoing cries. If it hadn’t been so difficult to mount her in that position I would have fucked her ass right there and then. But I could not so I contented myself with putting in a third finger, then working all three of them round until her bottom hole had loosened a little. After several minutes I reluctantly I pulled out my fingers and watched avidly as her hole gently closed.
“No … no. Don’t go away. Oh fuck me there, please!” “Not yet, my little darling, not yet. Be patient.”
It was time for me to see how Kerry was getting on.
Chapter 4
I found Kerry, naturally enough, where I had left her on the bar. She was straining within the ropes, evidently trying to ease the weight pressing her pussy into the timber. I guessed she must be hurting now but I watched for a few minutes, enjoying the sight. She soon sensed that I was there and turned her head to stare fully into my eyes. I expected some verbal abuse but to my surprise she just stared blankly. She seemed to be totally drained of emotion.
“How many times did you orgasm, Kerry?”
“I don’t know.” She whispered sounding extremely tired. I walked over to her.
Her eyes opened wide, accusative. “You’ve been with another woman?”
She must have smelt Kathleen’s scent on me. “I’m a busy man.” I smiled placidly. “There are so many in need of my services, you understand.” Though there was no earthly reason why I should feel guilty at her discovery oddly I found myself unable to meet her accusative stare.
Kerry pouted. She had no right to be jealous but there was some disappointment in her face made haggard by the stress of being so long on the bar.
I started to release the ropes. “Would you like to see her?” “No!” Kerry shook her head without conviction.
“Oh, I think you might like the instrument that is dealing with her.” I paced from one ramp to the next, gradually lowering the bar. With her feet firmly planted on the floor and the balancing ropes released,
Kerry tried to lift herself off the bar but fell back weakly. I reached for her as she started to topple over. She fell gratefully into my arms with a long drawn out sign. Her head fell on to my shoulder. Carefully I lifted her off the bar.
“Eeeeooow!” She winced. The pain in her pussy as the blood flowed back into the compressed flesh must have been great. She clung to me unsure on widespread legs. I held her patiently until the pain subsided enough to let her move. “You aren’t going to be able to fuck me for weeks after that.” She declared in a laughing whisper.
I smiled at her acquiescence. Just a couple of weeks ago she would have been giving me all kinds of verbal abuse. “Before I return you to your husband...”
“No! Not to him. I want to stay here with you.”
“Oh shit!” I told myself harshly seeing the light of love in her eyes yet again. I helped her to get seated on the leather-covered settle on which she had spent so many uncomfortable nights in the chastity belt.
“No.” I shook my head. “That is not possible.” “I love you!”
“That is not supposed to happen.” I shook my head. “You love Dominic ... your husband.”
Kerry shook her head. “Oh, I don’t know!” She wailed. “I don’t know!” She put her head in her hands and her shoulders shook. I had released untold and unexpected passions in this beautiful woman. “He’s so bloody hopeless in bed. Not like you! You are wonderful…”
“I have reached out to you, given you some ideas but Kerry, you must understand that Dominic would do anything not to offend you. That’s why he demands nothing of you; that’s why you should take the lead. What has been allowed to happen is boredom. Understand this and offer yourself to him. Then you will see that he is anything but boring.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that.”
“Of course you know!” I declared harshly. “And anyway, what about your daughters, eh? What of them? Are you never going to see them again?”
Kerry burst into tears and lifted her head accusatively. “Oh, what have you done to me, you bastard?” “… made you into a wonderful and very exciting woman. Now, when you get home you are going to give yourself completely to your husband in all the ways I have taught you…” “I …Ooooh!” Again Kerry hid her face in her hands and sobbed.
“You can and you will! Now, I want you to walk around for a few minutes to get your circulation going then I’m going to show you Kathleen’s predicament after which I am going to fuck you. Now where should I do that, Kerry…”
Kerry turned her haggard face towards me. It was framed by her tousled blonde hair. Through her tears she was smiling her Madonna smile again, that enigmatic and non-committal smile that told me all I needed to know. I knew just where my charger was soon going to lodge within her. She turned her head away as we passed through a doorway into the main part of the cellar where Kathleen was strung up and continuing to be well fucked by the relentless machine.
“Kerry, meet Kathleen.”
“Kathleen?” Kerry asked quietly turned her hea
d anxiously towards me. “She’s unconscious; do something for God’s sake!”
Certainly the well-fucked girl was motionless in her bonds and for a moment I had a horrible pang of guilt but, on hearing our voices, Kathleen turned her head to look at us. Her beautiful face was distraught with the pain of the relentless cock. “How many times have you come, Kathleen?” I asked striding towards her.
Again Kerry cried out. I stopped and turned towards her. She had followed me anxiously and now punched me on the arm. “You heartless bastard!” Her big eyes turned upon me in anger. “Oh, you horrible man, how long has she been suffering like that?”
“She is frightened of giving herself to her future husband. Understandable really because he is also her stepfather.”
“That is no excuse for torturing her like that!”
“Are you jealous?” I shook my finger at her. “Look, woman, I do what I must!”
Kerry didn’t want to accept that. “And you think that kind of mechanical fucking is going to cure her problem?” I tried to imagine just what Kerry was feeling. Did she want that thing moving in her own cunny or was she getting off on the voyeurism?
“Oh no! Not on its own. That is just to subdue her. There are other playthings to make her aware of how desirable her beautiful body is.”
“Rubbish! Every girl knows that already.”
“You did, I know, that was why you were brought here!”
Kerry ignored that quip and stepped another pace forward. “She is delicious.”
“Stop!” I commanded hoarsely. “Stay there!” I walked past her, taking the few steps necessary to bring me to Kathleen’s side. I reached out and slowly brought the machine to a stop. Kathleen wriggled and turned her head to look at me. I could see anguish in her expression but she was not in distress.
“How many times have you come, Kathleen?” I repeated the question quietly.