by Powerone
She felt the relief when it pulled from her mouth, but she knew her respite was temporary; the cock bobbed up and down on her lower lip. Her nose flared as she sucked in precious air through her nose and mouth, her naked breasts rose and fell as her lungs filled. She could smell his cock, bad enough that she also tasted it. She didn’t know how she survived that long without breathing through her mouth, the cock filled it with its girth. Faith looked up at the cock that eagerly waited to penetrate her mouth once again and felt a pressure on the back of her neck as though she were held.
Michael saw the look in her eyes as her mouth opened once again, Faith knew it was time to take him back in. Her tongue flickered over the tip of his cock, thick drops of milky cum dripped onto her waiting tongue. He forced his cock into her mouth to push the drops of cum along her tongue and coat it. She shook her head in disgust, but his hips already drove it in and out with regularity, her tight lips clenched around it like a rubber band that slid up and down his shaft.
Her head rocked back and forth, each time his hot flesh pierced her mouth, and the thick head slid easily over her tongue to the back of her mouth. He was so big, Faith afraid of how much she could take before she would be forced to choke and gag on it. It moved faster as it slid over her lips with such speed. She was afraid that it got too excited, afraid of her worst fears that it would cum in her mouth. She pulled her mouth off it in fear, but the cock continued to spear her face in anger, the hard head of the cock smashed into her eyes and face. It finally slowed down, but the shaft slowly moved up and down her lips until Faith feared for her safety. She opened her mouth and let it enter, this time almost sideways to push out one cheek until it couldn’t go any farther. It was like it was a giant toothbrush in her mouth, but this one leaked its foul-tasting juices everywhere.
Faith felt relief when it pulled out of her mouth again, but her lips were painted with the thick crème as it left. “No more,” she cried out as she shook her head in defiance, but her hands were submissively between her legs, not willing to stop it as it moved forward once again into her mouth. Her lips parted, opened wide as it pushed back into her reluctant mouth. It began its familiar thrusting, this time Faith’s tongue began to move over it. It was as though she was expected to make him cum with her mouth and tongue. She could feel the thick ridge slide over her lips each time, but it never pulled completely out, each time it built up power to thrust back in. The longer it stayed in her mouth, the faster it slid as it pumped in and out. The movements became frenzied, and then, he pulled out of her mouth. It was only an inch from her lips as though it waited. She knew what had to be done, her tongue licked over the head to lap up the salty paste of precum that coated it; her tongue flicked up and down the shaft as the cock jerked excitedly from her oral touch. Once it was slick with her spit, she took it back in.
Michael began to stroke her with long, slow thrusts as her tongue played all over it like a musical instrument. He could feel her muscles contract in her throat as he went deeper and Faith tried to keep it out. Then, he was rewarded.
“GGLUUBB!” It hit the back of her mouth with unexpected force, the pressure on the back of her head held her pinned as the massive, blunt head of the cock tried to fill the tiny opening to her throat. She gulped, her stomach turned as she choked, her mouth filled with the thick flesh of a cock. She struggled, feeling powerless to stop it, her mouth filled, her throat almost breached. Will it enter my throat? She felt the relief as it pulled away from the opening to her throat; her tongue went to work on it as she lathered it up and swished all over the head in spite of the cum that her tongue forced out. The tip of her tongue lashed out at the very tip as she kept the mushroom head of the cock in her mouth to coax out the thick, salty paste, but it was better than being throat fucked. She’d never be able to take such a monster down her throat without suffocating, not sure the being would care if she died as he was already.
She did everything she could to please it with her mouth and tongue, everything to make it cum. It pulled out of her mouth, but it sat only an inch from her face, the pressure on the back of her head increased to keep her pinned in place. Then, she heard the swish, as though a blackened hand stroked it. Is it masturbating, holding me close so it could cum on my face? She panicked once again as the final moments drew near and tried to draw away.
Michael kept her pinned as he masturbated his cock in front of her face. He needed to cum, and as delightful as her mouth was, his hand was needed for the final touch. His balls ached to release his pent-up cum. He could feel the tingle in his balls grow stronger, and then, it struck him suddenly. He pulled her onto his waiting cock, her mouth forced open by sheer force. The surprised look in her eyes was priceless as she realized what was going to happen. He was sure she’d never sucked a cock before until it had climaxed in her mouth.
It hugged her close until she felt the hot flesh of its cock force apart her lips. She struggled with the realization of her fate once her mouth was penetrated, her head thrown forward and back as the head of the cock grew bigger in her mouth. She knew enough about cocks to know that it would cum, and with her lips wrapped tightly around it and her head held tight, she had no choice. She choked when the first jet of cum shot into her mouth to cover her tongue with a thick coat of hot cum. Some of it shot to the back of her mouth until she choked when it tried to go down into her belly. She could taste it fill her mouth, another jet shot out until her cheeks began to balloon from the copious fluids that came out.
“CCCOUGH, CCCCUFFF!” The cock pulled from her mouth and Faith gagged and choked on the mouthful of cum that it left behind. It was as though everything was coated with a thick layer of cum–her teeth, her gums, her tongue, and her lips. She could see the cock inches from her lips, white, milky cum leaked out the head as it continued to spill its juices. She gagged again, cum leaked from her lips and down her chin as she tried to spit out the foul stuff. Her eyes were filled with tears, her mouth tried to contend with the overabundance of cum, but Faith found the wet head of the cock slide back through her lips again. “No more,” she cried out, but the cock muffled her protest. The cockhead was stuffed through her lips, and then, she felt more cum shoot out, not in powerful jets but dripped out profusely onto her unwilling tongue. Her head held tight, and all she could do was please the cock with the gentle movement of her lips back and forth over the head as more and more cum filled her mouth. It was so profuse, where did it all come from?
Michael felt such pleasure as Faith sucked his cock with such expertise, her lips drew out the cum as his climax continued forever. He grabbed her head, felt the delight as his cock slid deeper inside and leak cum on the tongue that greeted it. His balls ached from cumming so long, but he refused to stop dripping in her skilled mouth.
Finally, it began to pull out of her mouth, Faith able to spit out the shrinking cock, but it rubbed the wet cum all over her face. She was finally able to back away from it, her head thrown back, her mouth opened wide as she coughed. She had no choice, feeling the thick, hot cum slowly run down into her gullet and belly. She shook her head from side to side, as she gagged repeatedly. Her hand tried to wipe her face, but all it did was smear the abundant cum all over until she could feel it cool and dry on her sensitive skin. Then, she felt the pressure on the back of her neck and her head was forced down onto the wet, slick cock. She opened her mouth and felt the semi-erect cock slip through her lips to coat them with more cum as it moved over her tongue to the back of her mouth. She couldn’t believe that it wasn’t finished, her tongue washed over the cock as she bathed up the salty cum. It made her suck it once again, her head pushed back and forth on it. Then, just as abruptly, it left her mouth. She gulped one last time, but nothing could take the taste of salty cum that filled her mouth away.
Michael was finished with her, his cock satisfied, and moved out of the way. He saw Faith begin to stand up, and then, he saw the shock on her face when she saw it.
She was glad it was over and needed to clean her
mouth, but nothing could take away the disgust of the cum that sat heavily in her belly. The cock moved away from her; Faith began to stand up and stretch her cramped muscles. The cock moved away from her as it floated across the room until she couldn’t see it any longer. Then, the pressure was on the back of her neck again that forced her back onto her knees. She looked up to see what it was and cried out in shock and despair. “NO! NO! Not again!” There was another cock in her face, but this one was hard and demanding. It cared little that her lips and mouth were coated with the cum of another, her lips penetrated with a single thrust. This one was skinnier, but it seemed to go on forever. It moved with a new vitality. Tears fell from her eyes as she was forced to suck another cock. Another load of cum was destined for her belly. She kneeled shamefully, but her tongue went to work on it, Faith knew that she wouldn’t be free until she made it cum in her mouth or on her face.
This one at least was quicker, but the cock banged against her throat too many times as it grew longer. If she didn’t hurry and make it cum, she feared that her throat would be pierced. She licked, sucked and played with it as best as she could. It was only minutes before it began to shoot in her mouth unexpectedly.
“GGGULLP, GGLLOUGH!” She swallowed load after load; the cock never left her mouth until she had drained its balls of its load. At least this cock wasn’t as thick, but it was more copious. It wiped its cock on her face before it faded off into the distance. She sobbed now, unable to get up right away as she struggled to come to grips with the multiple blowjobs that she’d performed. This was her first time, and already she had sucked two different cocks.
Faith felt the hot flesh of a cock on her cheek as it jerked in excitement as soon as it touched her skin. She sobbed louder, but her head already lifted to greet the new cock that demanded entrance to her mouth and her skills to bring it off. How many of them are there? Will I ever make them all cum? This cock was different from the other two, not as long as the last one, not as hard as the first. It was as if it were aged, slightly wrinkled as it slid through her lips but every bit as determined to get its pleasure from her mouth. Her tongue was tired, her lips covered with drying cum, her belly gurgled with it too, but Faith tried to suck this cock just as she did the others, with all the enthusiasm she could muster. The pressure on her head guided her, back and forth, faster or slower, it made her perform, made her suck the cock with only one thought, the pleasure of cumming in her mouth.
The last one sprayed her face with the hot cum, but before it was finished, the shrinking cock raked up the blobs of cum on her face and pushed them into her mouth until Faith swallowed more of the hot cum. She was thankful when it moved away, no more cocks for her to contend with. It took a while until she could get up and put on her robe just as the lights came back on. She saw her reflection in the mirror. There was no doubt of the reality of the beings that mouth fucked her. Her face was covered in a shiny coat of drying cum, and she couldn’t rid her mouth of the taste or her belly of the gallons of cum that sat heavily in there.
Chapter 8
Bound and Taken, Finally!
Faith took another long, hot bath but not before she brushed her teeth so many times that her gums began to bleed. Nothing could get the taste of cum from her mouth, not the brushing, not the two bottles of water she drank, nothing. She went to bed that night with the lingering taste of cum in her mouth, and her belly gurgled from the loads of cum.
The morning brought the sun and the taste in her mouth was different, the taste no longer so bad, the thought of the degrading acts she performed not so shameful. It was probably because Faith was horny again. She had serviced three beings’ cocks in her mouth and satisfied them, but she was left unfulfilled. If only the three beings would have taken her orally and satisfied her with their mouths and tongues.
She decided to take a trip out into the woods once again. She still had the vision of the girl being taken against her will on the altar in the small church. She wondered if she were forever destined to be taken repeatedly. Would there be no peace for her? Faith wondered if she could do something to help her. She didn’t know what, but she had to try.
She wore her jeans and a sweater. It didn’t take long to get to the small chapel once again. It was as though she was continually drawn to the spot, as if she had a destiny with it. She saw the gravestones and wondered if those that were buried there were unsettled. She walked into the decaying chapel and felt the coldness in the room. It was so quiet, not a sound heard, not a bird, nothing. It was as though nothing alive was here. She looked at the decaying altar, but the vision of the girl bound on it didn’t appear in her head.
“SSSLLAMM!”
She jumped as one of the two large doors in the front slammed shut. It took a large wind to blow it close, but as she moved toward it, the outside air was silent and there wasn’t a rustle of anything outside. As she walked outside, she heard it. It started as a soft moan far in the distance, but then, it started to grow louder. It came from the other side of the cemetery where the trees were dense. She walked carefully down the rotted stairs and moved slowly toward the sound. It grew louder as it grew darker. The trees grew thicker, but most were dead or dying. They still blocked out the sun. There was nothing on the ground except decaying leaves and dirt. She went around the rusted iron fence of the cemetery until she saw it. She hadn’t noticed it before, too far back and in the darkness. It was a crypt. It once stood stately and proud, but age had taken its toll on it. The moans came from inside. She stood at the doorway.
“Release her!” She yelled out loudly, breaking the stillness of the forest.
The moan grew louder. It was the sound of a woman in torment.
“I said release her!” Faith yelled out more adamantly. Then, she heard it. The whoosh in the air and the dirt blew up from the ground.
“Why do you torment her?” She looked at the door and saw her. It was the same girl she saw before. She was pushed to the entrance of the crypt. Her arms were behind her back, probably tied by the way her breasts were pushed out. Her blouse was torn so one of her bare breasts hung out. Her skirt was in tatters and one leg was naked almost all the way up. There was a dark mist on both sides of her that pinned her between them. Faith saw that she was about the same age as her. “Release her from your hell!” She yelled it out boldly to them.
Faith heard the voice in her head. It was deep and demanding. “Come in and take her place if you want her released.”
The moans grew louder as if she was in pain. Faith could see the look of anguish on her face. She’d suffered enough. Faith knew she had to help her. She walked over to the entrance to the crypt. Just then, Faith saw the girl pushed out the doorway. She fell to the ground and rolled to her side, her arms bound behind her could do little to break the fall. She cried out in pain, but she bolted upright as if she got a burst of energy and began to run for the woods. Her body grew dimmer the farther she got away until all there was a mist that finally faded into the air. She was gone. She had got away. Faith contemplated doing the same thing, but she wasn’t sure if she could get away from the apparitions that hung in the doorway. She was afraid of what would happen if she ran away, almost as afraid of what would happen if she went inside.
She didn’t have a chance to make up her mind; it was made for her. The two clouds became four, and they grew thicker. She felt her body pressed between them. She felt something substantial, not just a cloud, but also a presence that she could feel. Suddenly, she was hurled into the room and the thick iron doors at the entrance slammed shut with such urgency. She slid to the floor and was unhurt, though she was scared at the hostility of the apparitions. She looked around the room. It was so clean, the walls white as if just painted. The floor was a white marble that glistened. One wall was covered with doors that held the ashes of the departed, but the other walls were more sinister. There were iron rings that hung from high up with chains dangling down from them. The chains were rusted but black and sturdy looking. The other walls wer
e covered with more chains and iron rings, spaced at different heights. In the center of the room was a large block of granite. It was over three feet long and wide. All around it was a circle of iron rings bolted into the floor. Piles of chains littered one side of the room, all of the chains curled into neat piles. Next to the chains was a large wooden box, with black iron hinges and slats that held the box together. It was closed. How could the room be so clean and well cared for while the chapel and all around it was such old and decrepit? Were they waiting for me?
She tried to get up, but the clouds moved towards her and surrounded her. She couldn’t move, trapped by the thick, cold air. She began to fight but found it useless. She could barely raise her arms as she found herself being dragged across the cold, hard floor toward the large block of granite. It felt strange, as though she was weightless and floated in the air. There was nothing between her and the floor except the thick cloud, yet she didn’t fall. She moved over the block and hovered above it for the briefest of seconds. It was as though they were deciding what to do with her. She panicked when her arms were pulled over her head and pulled toward the floor behind the block. Her body was lowered until her back and then the top of her backside pushed against the block of granite, but she was lowered gently. She was forced to arch her back, as her arms were pulled much lower than the rest of her body.
The sound of chains rattling filled the silence of the room. Faith saw them slither across the floor as if they were snakes, not inanimate objects. They knew where they were going, sliding through the two rings bolted to the floor above her head and moved toward her outstretched arms. Faith tried to pull her hands away from them but found she couldn’t move them. It was as if they were pinned to the floor. There were two heavy iron cuffs on the end of the chain. Her wrists were pinned to the floor by something that felt heavy and then the iron cuffs slowly encircled her wrists. She struggled to move them away but was unsuccessful. It took a minute, but then, she felt the tightness around her wrists and the unmistakable clang as the cuffs locked tight. The chains slithered along the floor until her arms were stretched high above her head.