by Powerone
She went back to her room and lay down on the bed for an hour before she could regain her strength. She grabbed her camera and walked to the secret room she found, taking pictures of it. The thought of how she must have looked in the device made her wet again. If only Tyler could’ve seen her then. She could still feel the fullness of something in her behind. She knew before she left, she’d feel it penetrate her deep in her guts and fill her with his cold cum.
Faith barely ate anything that night, just drinking two bottles of water before she turned in. She got into bed naked. She hoped and prayed that Michael would visit her that night and do nasty things to her body.
Chapter 7
She is Found, Her Mouth Trained for Pleasure
Unfortunately, she woke up the next morning unmolested and horny. This almost became a ritual. It must be the house that drove her arousal, especially since she’d found Michael. She wanted more, much more. She’d spend some time outside today, needing some fresh air, the house too old and musty. Then, she’d explore the house for more special rooms. She couldn’t wait until she found the next one. She never expected to enjoy being bound so much, liking it way too much. Faith was afraid that she’d become too reckless.
She had some breakfast, her stomach empty from not eating anything the night before, just drinking a lot of water. She put on a dress that she hoped Michael would like, even though it wasn’t very practical for the outside. She wanted to please him, so he would pleasure her, though it scared her yesterday when she felt his blunt instrument pushed inside her virgin ass. She’d have to be extremely horny to take anything that big up there. The stretching was painful, even with the slight penetration.
She went out into the woods again, this time in the opposite direction of the small church and graveyard. Her feet crunched on the dried leaves, the breeze cool as she walked. The sun flickered through the dense trees and brush. She looked around as she walked, suddenly noticing things that she normally wouldn’t have. When you are confronted with something new, you have a tendency to look for it around you, sometimes even if imagined. That is the way she became with the bondage of the girl in the chapel. She saw trees in a new light, not as living plants but convenient posts in the ground where a girl could be bound to or between. Faith’s imagination began to grow rampant, imagining she was bound and how it would feel. Two trees stood upright, about four feet apart were just the right distance. She could feel the ropes on her wrists pull them in opposite direction until she was unable to move them. But it was her legs that excited her most, thick rope tied around her ankles and her unseen captors would slowly pull the ropes in opposite directions. Faith fought them, but her cause was futile, her captors were strong. She begged them as they spread her legs too wide, but all she could hear was their laughter in her head. When they were satisfied, her legs were four feet apart, her crotch ached, but that was the least of her problems. They stripped the clothes from her body until she was naked. Then, she saw the whips in their hands, but she couldn’t see their eyes. They gazed down between her legs, the whips ready to show Faith how depraved the men were.
She couldn’t keep her mind from thinking such erotic thoughts. The house drove her crazy with lust. She needed Michael to return tonight to satisfy her once again. At this rate, she would have lots of juicy sex for her story, or she hoped she would.
She spent three hours in the woods but found nothing of interest, not like the day before. She headed back to the house, not caring to admit it, but she got lost somewhere along the way. It took her too long to get back, thankful when she actually saw the ramshackle manor once again. She was disillusioned with her day; the trip in the woods was a waste of time, too late to go exploring the shut-off part of the house, the sun was already setting behind the trees as nightfall rapidly approached.
Faith made herself a nice dinner but ate it slowly as if she savored every bite. There would be no Michael today, only solitary masturbation, Faith unable to make it to tomorrow without it. She went upstairs and took a hot, leisurely bath, just the slightest touch on her pussy set off her arousal. She wasn’t going to cum in the tub, not wanting to lose the sexual magic of the house. She would try something different. She put on a robe, naked beneath it. She grabbed some magazines, though she doubted that she’d need them and went downstairs. It was already dark outside. She grabbed a bottle of wine and a glass and took them into the living room. She closed all the heavy drapes but lit a single candle near the chair she would sit in, just in case the lights went out. She didn’t want to be caught unprepared and have to fumble for a candle in the pitch dark. The candle flickered invisibly in the bright light from the lamp.
She began to read the magazines, but the more wine she drank, the hornier she got. It was nine o’clock by the time the bottle of wine was empty; Faith didn’t need any more wine. She put the magazines down, slid down on the chair with her feet on the ottoman. She closed her eyes as her fingers went to work. Her hand slipped into the open robe to find her nipples already hard and pointed. She teased them, her fingers pinched harder as she grew aroused, but she could never do it hard enough to satisfy herself. She needed a man to be that harsh with a desire to abuse her for his pleasure. More of the robe was opened, Faith imaged that someone sat across from her and watched her masturbate. He’d have his cock out and he’d stroked it to make it harder until he’d need her to satisfy his perverted lust. What would he make me do? Would he fuck me? Or would he take the virginity of my ass or my mouth to satisfy his lust? He’d make her perform any depraved act that he wanted, and she wouldn’t be able to resist. It made her so wet at the thought of such complete submission.
She spread her legs wantonly, one leg over the edge of the chair, the other on the ottoman as her fingers plucked back her oily pussy lips and began to stroke her wet, pink inner lips. She teased her clit but stopped her fingers before she reached it and felt it throb with desire and wantonness. She’d take her time tonight to savor the build-up, her head filled with thousands of lovely, perverted thoughts to keep her pleasure building.
Michael couldn’t believe his luck. It was as though she’d planned this. He saw her in the parlor and watched her drink her wine, and now, she opened her robe, her naked body revealed as she masturbated. It was time to act.
Faith froze with two fingers in her pussy. She could feel something, not sure what it was. She opened her eyes to find the room cloaked in utter darkness except for the single candle that she’d lit. It flickered eerie reflections off the walls, but at least, it wasn’t pitch black. She was glad she’d thought of it. She caught it out of the corner of her eye, a darkness came toward her. Am I going to be lucky tonight? It moved closer to her as she felt the room grow cooler as if a window was open to let in the cold night air. Her robe was open, but she made no attempt to close it, only taking her leg off the armrest to sit more modestly as her fingers deserted her unfulfilled pussy. She was a little disappointed; a cock didn’t stick out the front, only the pair of dark eyes stared at her. What does it want of me?
She felt a touch on her arm, dry and clammy. It urged her out of the chair. She didn’t hesitate as she stood up and her robe dangled open. She saw the eyes glare at her, and she knew what it wanted. She slipped the robe off her arms until it fell to the floor. She stood naked in front of it. She glanced at the table, the empty bottle of wine floated mysteriously toward her. It floated and stopped in midair. The candle did little to light anything. The bottle was in front of her face, the neck of it close to her lips. She felt it next, the opening of the bottle pressed up against her lips as if she were going to kiss it. She gasped in surprise when she suddenly realized what it wanted. It was as though it was a cock that wanted entrance to her mouth. Faith never sucked a cock before, never intended to, not wanting the foul taste of leaking cum or to have a man climax in her mouth with his copious cum. She was sure that she would choke to death if she did such a foul deed.
Her lips quivered, but the dark eyes stared evilly at her. She was
naked in front of it while a fake cock waited to pierce her virgin lips. She had no choice, her lips relaxed just enough until she felt the glass bottle slip through her lips and into her mouth. She felt her lips curl around the cold glass, nothing like she would expect a real man’s cock to feel like, less sure what Michael’s cock would feel like. The bottle began to move, slowly and deliberately between her lips, but never pulled out far enough for her lips to close, never going very deep before it pulled out again. It was as if a man fucked her mouth. When it pulled out, Faith sensed what she had to do next. She read enough books and saw enough movies to have, at least, an idea how to suck a cock; she just never did it. Her tongue slipped out of her mouth as it slowly revolved around the bottle opening. She pulled her tongue back and gulped loudly.
The bottle pulled away, but then, it was back, more determined; the eyes stared at her intently as the neck of the bottle turned sideways against her lips. She surrendered, her tongue slipped out of her lips again; this time, it went down the side of the bottle a couple of inches before it went back up to the opening, but she never removed her tongue from the cold glass bottle. It was so obscene and depraved what she did, as though she licked a cock. Her tongue fluttered over the hole in the bottle before it slid down the side and back up. The bottle turned again, the end of the bottle pushed against her lips until she opened them, the bottle more forceful this time as it penetrated her mouth with a shove until two inches of bottle was in her mouth. It retreated instantly and then thrust back in to repeat it over and over. Her lips stretched around the hard glass bottle as it slid up and down. She gulped, her mouth filled with saliva until the bottle pulled out. Her head pulled away from it, her mouth closed as she swallowed the abundant spit in her mouth.
The bottle was back again, but it didn’t try to enter her mouth. She obeyed by licking the opening of the glass bottle with the tip of her tongue and flutter over it. Her tongue began to rub all over it, until it glistened with her spit in the flickering light, from the very tip all the way down the sides. The bottle pulled away from Faith and slowly lowered back to the table. It was as though it never left, except for the tingle that was still on her lips.
Faith felt something on her shoulders as they pressed down on them, Faith panicked when she realized what it wanted. It was too powerful as she was forced to her knees in front of the black shape. She pushed her hair out of her face, rumpled and out of place and her hands trembled. She stared at what would be the crotch of a man. Then, she saw it; there was no mistake what it was this close up. It was as though part of the black shape pulled it out of the air. It was a cock, a growing cock. She could see the blackness of it run over the shaft as if it were an invisible, black hand. She put her hand over her mouth, her eyes pleaded into the blackness of the evil eyes that stared back at her. “No, please don’t make me do that!” She realized the bottle was used to train her, now she was expected to suck a real cock.
Michael looked down at his naked prey, kneeling so submissively, one of her hands on her naked leg, the other hand next to her head as if she could keep his cock from her mouth. He had seen the way she was with the bottle; all she needed was a little practice and she’d become a great cocksucker. He’d make sure she got the practice she needed.
Faith shook her head no; her hand over her lips tried to protect herself from being penetrated. The blackness swept up and down the cock, Faith unable to stop staring at it, but it grew bigger, much bigger. It moved closer to her, the cock bobbed up and down as it flexed excitedly. Her hair was tugged until the follicles were pulled from her scalp by sheer force to pull her next to it until she felt it touch her face. She was surprised; the flesh was hot as it slid over her lips. She felt the first touch of wetness on her lips. She clenched her lips tight in defiance as the cock painted her lips and rubbed all over her face. It throbbed and jerked as it ran over her silky skin, Faith disgusted that it left a trail of wet, hot juices on her skin. She couldn’t believe how hard and hot it was.
Michael lifted up her chin until she stared into his eyes. It was at that moment he saw the defeat in them. She knelt submissively in front of him as his cock bobbed on her clenched lips. All of a sudden, her lips relented and her tongue slipped out to slide under the bottom of his cock. It made it jump up and down from the magic touch of her tongue and her hot breath that blew on his cock. He struggled not to cry out.
It overcame her within a second. She couldn’t stop it from taking her, even if she wanted it to. She had come here for a story, and this was the type of story she wanted. Hot and excited herself, she succumbed to the desires in her body as much as she hated her own decision. She was being forced to suck a cock. Her lips unclenched and her tongue slipped out of her mouth. She felt the first touch of a cock on her tongue as she rimmed the large, domed head that shuddered each time her tongue touched it. She got her first taste of male cum and grimaced at the salty, thick crème that coated the head of his cock with a glossy sheen. Her tongue explored the head, so smooth, as her tongue touched every inch of it, then it stabbed at the thick ridge around it. The cock sprang up and stood almost upright, the shaft revealed. She had done it to the bottle. Her tongue took a broad swipe up the shaft, able to feel every ridge, bump, and vein on the shaft until she got to the head to lick across it. A drop of precum flooded her mouth with its foul taste as her tongue licked it like a kitten with a saucer of milk. Her tongue ran back down the cock; this time, she found his hairy balls with her tongue. She gagged when a hair was caught on her tongue, but she did the degrading job as she licked the balls and then back up to coat the cock with her hot spit. It was so disgusting, degrading, and exciting all at once. Faith kneeled like a whore to suck a cock.
The cock got more excited and jerked up and down as though it was guided mysteriously. It rubbed all over her face, Faith’s head held up as if she was forced by something. The cock beat on her face; the being used it as a battering ram. Then, it got worse, something forced its way into the corner of her mouth, Faith knew that it was time, her lips opened by sheer force. The cock was ready as it slipped through her lips, and she struggled to fill her lungs one last time. The cock jerked and shuddered in her mouth as if a hand masturbated it, but all Faith could do was try to keep her tongue away from the foul organ. It pulled out for a second to jerk in front of her face. She knew what she had to do as the cock moved back into her mouth, her mouth opened wide. Faith couldn’t believe she let it in her mouth so willingly.
Michael’s cock quivered in her mouth as it jumped when he felt her hot breath and tight lips encase the head. He struggled not to cum, wanting to let her feel all of it in her mouth first. He felt the head of his cock sit on her tongue, but she struggled not to move it, Michael was patient, just the tightness of her lips around the thick ridge was enjoyment enough.
She was frozen in place, her mouth speared by a cock for the very first time, the hot organ sat heavily on her tongue. She tried to slip it out from beneath it, but the minute she moved it, the cock jumped up and hit the roof of her mouth. By the time it bounced back down, her tongue accidently swiped over the thick head and a drop of precum leaked onto her tongue before she could move it away.
He saw her grimace, enjoying the look when his cock leaked onto her tongue. She’d have much more than that in her mouth by the time he was finished with her. He began to move his hips, slightly at first to draw them back until her tight, stretched lips were pulled back by the thick ridge on the head then forward when it threatened to pull loose of the silky lips that caressed it. He could feel his cock run over her tongue as he began to move in her mouth.
Faith couldn’t believe how wide her lips were stretched, how big the cock was, and it still grew. It began to fuck her mouth, the thought of those words sounded so obscene, but it was true. She kneeled submissively, naked with her hands in her lap as her mouth was penetrated by a strange cock, unable to do anything to stop it. Her lips were so sensitive as she felt the bumps, ridges, lumps, and veins when they slid over he
r lips and into her mouth. Each time her head would go down, she would get a nudge, Faith forced to look back up and see the cock that pierced her mouth. It moved deeper and deeper with each thrust, her forehead furrowed in disgust as the cock slid over her tongue to the deep recesses of her mouth. She felt something touch her hair as if it stroked her like a well-trained pet. The cock slid easily, her spit covered half of the shaft now. It never pulled out of her mouth.
Michael couldn’t believe how talented she was, but he wanted more. He began to move his cock around in her mouth with each thrust, pushing against one cheek then the other; her tongue had no choice but to move. He felt the broad stroke of her tongue on the head of his cock and made it jerk and quiver. He finally pulled his cock out of her mouth to give her a chance to fill her lungs.