by Powerone
“BBRRR,” she shivered, Jessie finally pulled the cold bottle from her breasts, but her hands clenched at her sides when the bottle was moved to the front of her dress. It was easy to find them, her nipples jutted out obscenely. The cold bottle burned them to greater hardness, but Jessie moved them back and forth, as he teased them and the cold throbbed to the depths of her breasts.
He finally pulled the bottle away. “Here you go, enjoy it while it’s cold.” Jessie wished he could suck her nipples while they were cold.
She took the bottle from his hand and felt how cold it was, but it was the way his fingers brushed across her hard and sensitive nipples that made her shiver. Did I imagine this? He’s only a boy, but there was no doubt the way her nipples tingled. “I better put the groceries away.”
“Mind if I have a bottle of water before I leave, I got warm with all this work.” Jessie took a chance with the water, though he doubted whether he needed anything to make him any hornier than he was.
“Of course, you’re such a help.” She handed him a five-dollar bill as a tip. Jessie took it, but his eyes were on her tits. She turned her back to him and went about putting the groceries away, but she could feel his eyes on her, especially her ass. She should feel insulted and degraded, but it just made her hornier.
Jessie watched her until she dropped a bag of rice on the floor with a thud. She began to bend over to pick it up. Jessie moved next to her before she fully bent over. “You don’t want to hurt your back bending over like that. You better kneel down to pick it up.”
She felt his hand on her back as she bent over. She almost expected it to smooth over her ass; but instead, she felt the pressure increase on her back and then his words. The rice wasn’t that heavy to pick up, but his hand was insistent, Faith found her body pushed to the floor just like the other night when she was forced to suck three cocks. This was different; her knees hit the floor before she knew what happened. He didn’t stop pushing until she was on her hands and knees. It was doggy style, and Jessie loomed over her.
“You certainly are a pretty thing,” Jessie eyed her ass pushed out so provocatively. He pushed down on her back a little more as his other hand ran over her ass. “Arch up,” he instructed her, surprised when her back arched and her ass pushed up higher.
She couldn’t believe what he did to her, posing her like a whore on the floor, and she let him. Her ass rose up as if by itself even as she felt Jessie’s hand run over her cheeks with immunity. She didn’t even stop him when she felt her dress slide up her legs. She knew her panties, garter belt, and nylons were revealed. It was only a second before she felt a hand between her legs that touched her bare thighs. He tapped them until she knew what she had to do and she spread her legs obediently for his hand to caress her flesh. Her pussy gushed her juices.
He couldn’t believe she wore a garter belt and nylons. He’d never seen such a thing before. It was so sexy, as though they were built to outline her ass and pussy for his eyes. He couldn’t stop himself; his hands moved between her legs until she willingly parted them so he could rub the soft, succulent flesh of her inner thighs. They were so silky and smooth, the touch of his hand on her luscious flesh made his cock jerked in excitement. He saw her turn her head and stare at him, a look of amazement on her face as though she tried to figure out why she did this. He knew that he shouldn’t try to push it any farther, but he couldn’t resist. His hand slid up between her legs, and he felt her damp, hot pussy. His fingers clenched on her sex. He squeezed until her ass rode up higher, her thighs clamped tight as though she didn’t want him to move his hand away. He finally pulled his hand out from between her legs and stood back up, her dress still hung on her back as her almost-naked ass peeked out. He could see where his fingers had pushed into her mound, the sharp divide of her slit revealed along with her shameful wetness. “Let me help you up, Faith.” He was such a gentleman as he held out his hand as she got up and her dress fell back down to cover her ass. He saw the flush on her face as she stood before him; her hands held the elusive bag of rice.
“Thank you,” she said, but she wasn’t sure that was appropriate since she could still feel his hands on her body, especially between her legs. I must be going crazy, imagining all of this or wishing for it.
He waited for a few minute to finish his bottle of water, but as she moved around the kitchen, his hand was always out to brush across her ass or her tits. Her hard nipples never went away. “See you next week, Faith.” He hoped next week would be even better as he left her alone.
She put the groceries away and sat down to drink the bottle of water, her body flushed and excited. What just happened? Was I that horny that I let him touch me and pose me, or was it my imagination that I’d wished he would? It took half an hour before she could collect herself. She needed to do something about her arousal. It was either Michael or solo masturbation; either way, she’d get her satisfaction soon.
She began her exploration of the house once again. She went down the hallway until she came to the library, the bookcase still open and the secret room nestled in the darkness. Should I go back, strap myself back into the evil device and let Michael finish what he started with my ass? He had penetrated her there, but only into her rectum. He never sodomized her or came in her ass. She was so horny that she’d even welcome that. No, she needed to move on, to see what else Michael had done to young women he brought to the house. She left the room and went down the hall to take a right, the hallway dark. She shined the flashlight down the littered hallway, almost afraid that some animal would jump out in front of her. She began to open the doors to the rooms, slowly, never sure what waited for her behind the door.
The first room was a bedroom, nothing out of the ordinary, except for the fact that every time Faith saw a bed, she had this image of how a woman could be tied and spread on it. She was sure that Michael had prevailed himself on bound women in the house before, taking them when their resistance was futile. What would it feel like to be bound naked and spread, a blindfold on my eyes, unable to see my tormentor, only able to feel him as his cock took me anywhere and everywhere he desired?
She went from room to room, all of them bedrooms, the furniture similar, but nothing sinister about any of them. It took her about an hour to check all the rooms in the hall, nothing found of importance unless she’d missed something. There was one room left at the end of the hallway. It had a large double door; Faith figured it was a master bedroom. The door handle was tarnished, the proud wooden doors now soiled and peeled, the wood splintered. As the door opened, it creaked noisily; a breeze blew out dust as it opened. She shined the light around the room to look for the bed, but there was none. It was almost like a living room, a small area of chairs and table in the center. They all faced a blank wall, a single picture of a naked girl as she kneeled on a chair, with her back to the artist, her legs slightly parted. Her upper body was bent over the back of the chair, her ass arched up for all to see. Her silky red hair ran down her back and partly over her naked buttocks, parted enough so that the delicious crack between her cheeks was revealed. A pert, young breast was partially visible as the girl turned her head toward the artist, a look of excitement and fear in her eyes.
Faith couldn’t understand the attraction the occupants in the chairs would have on the single picture or the blank wall. She moved further into the room so she could investigate more. She shined the flashlight on the kerosene lamp on the table. She struck a match, surprised when the wick began to sputter and light the darkness of the room; the flame began to flicker with an eerie light.
There had to be something else in this room. It was so out of place, the rest of the hallway contained bedrooms, yet this room was set up as if it were built to showcase something, and with Michael’s track record, it could only be naked women that submitted to his perverse pleasure. Faith was sure that she could find it; she needed to find something in hope she could lure Michael out. She walked the walls and pulled on anything in hope a secret door would o
pen like the other room, but she always came up empty handed. She made her way to the blank wall with the single picture. Then, it dawned on her, how simplistic. She touched the picture frame, trying to pull it off the wall, but it was as though it was nailed to the wall at all four corners, not the top like a normal painting. She grabbed both sides of the picture at the bottom and tried to turn it. It gave like a rusty screw, but Faith grunted and used all her strength, a loud creak and the picture began to turn as if it were on a pivot. Not only did the picture turn, but also the wall began to creak from one side. Faith suddenly found the wall move from one side to the other. She released the picture, but the wall continued to slide open. It was as though the other end of the room was swallowed up into the depths.
The room was dark, but as the wall slid away, the lamp shined its light on the contents. It was everything she hoped it would be and more; fear and excitement gripped her body. The wall slipped away to reveal another evil device, though she hadn’t figured out this one yet, but her pussy was already wet, her nipples hardened as though Michael was already in the room and he watched her.
In the center of the room was a low wooden beam, about four feet wide, supported on both ends by stands, iron bolts secured it to the beam and to the floor. The wood was stained with age, roughhewn wood, but the center was covered in leather, worn and cracked from age, and it looked like it was pillowed from beneath. On the floor, parallel to the center beam was a wooden track, blocks of wood shaped to slide on the track, in front and back of the main beam. The center of the blocks was hollowed out and the inside was ringed with leather. Faith knew these were destined to contain arms and legs, the tracks made it possible to spread them wide with immunity, the victim unable to stop the evil device from taking the limbs to extreme positions. The device cared little for the victim’s pain or discomfort, only built to serve the pleasure of those that watched. If Faith put her body into the device, she’d be bent over, her arms and legs pinned to the floor, her ass forced up high by the beam of wood. She would be open from the back, more so if her legs were spread obscenely. There would be no way she could stop anyone that took her in the pussy or her ass. With her ass forced up so high, it would allow for deep penetration of her ass this time.
She knew she’d get in the device and let her body be bound; somehow, she knew that she’d be released, but not before Michael would have his way with her. That is what she counted on, planned on. She wanted to feel his big cock inside her, feel his cold cum jet into her until her orgasm exploded with his.
If Faith hadn’t been so excited, she might’ve been a bit more careful, but she never looked under the blanket that covered something else behind the evil device. She was too busy as she took off her clothes and piled them neatly on one of the chairs but made sure that she left enough room for Michael and his friends. She hoped they would come and see the show. She stretched her naked body, her arms raised up high, her breasts firm, and her nipples hard and wanting. She walked over to the device, looked down at the hole for her hands and feet. They were close together, but she knew that it wouldn’t last. She felt a shiver run through her body as she bent over the center beam, the cold leather touched her stomach, but she found that it was padded, comfortable considering what she’d get herself into. She put her feet in the holes first, one at a time, the holes snug around her ankles. She stretched her body out in front of her, the leather beam slid lower until her abdomen was pushed against it and that forced her ass to arch up higher. She reached down low until her hands began to go into the holes. Her flesh slid along the leather coverings in the holes until they were snug around her wrists.
It was as if the device sensed her surrender and helplessness. Faith felt the sudden panic when the holes tightened on her wrists and ankles, a loud clank followed. Faith tried to pull her wrists out but was unsuccessful, barely able to move an inch before she was stopped by the shrinking holes that contained them. Her ankles weren’t any more successful. She was bound tightly. In spite of the fear, she felt the wetness run down her thighs from her pussy, her juices flowed freely. She tried to spread her legs, as she did in the other device, but this time, she couldn’t move them an inch. The device would control her every movement. She hoped for a dildo to come out of the floor, but with the wide beam that kept her upright, it would never make it to her pussy.
She heard the commotion behind her, but before she could turn around to look, she had to contend with the creaking wood blocks that held her arms and legs pinned. They began to move, slowly moving toward the far sides, her arms spread first, but her legs followed closely behind. As they spread, her body tightened against the beam, but then, it came alive. She could feel it rise and force her forward. It took some of the pressure off her hips, but it pushed her ass up higher as if it offered her up to something sinister from behind. Her hair hung down in front of her. She shook her head to try to see in front of her, finally able to see. It looked so obscene, but as her legs and arms spread, a mirror slid up from the floor behind the far wall until it was almost to the ceiling. It was dusty, but what it reflected back scared her. She hadn’t noticed it behind her, something shrouded in a dusty sheet that stood over six feet tall, the sheet peaked high in places, low in others. Her arms were spread wide and stopped, but her legs continued to part. Faith felt a strain in her thigh muscles as they were spread wider and wider. She didn’t know how far they’d go before they’d stop, if they’d stop. Behind her was another mirror that showed her reflection back to the one in front of her. It was as though she could see her body, front and back. She felt her buttocks part as her legs spread, her pussy lips pulled open to reveal her pink, wet inner lips. She groaned as her legs finally stopped spreading. Her crotch ached, but her pussy cried for attention. Anything, though what she got wasn’t what she expected.
There was a loud noise in the room, Faith jumped in the tight bondage, but behind her, the sheet and what lay beneath it began to move. It moved toward her, yet the sheet stayed still, but it slid off, as it got closer. She could only see pieces of it, but as the sheet slipped off it, she began to fear what she saw. It looked like a giant wooden paddle. It stood at least five feet tall, handmade of thick wood, and iron bolts. As the sheet fell away, the wheel began to move slowly. It creaked as it came to life after years of lying dormant. What had Michael built?
The sheet fell to the ground to reveal to Faith the sinister device. It didn’t take her long to figure out what it was and what it would do. It was a circular paddle; the pivot in the center, the width of the paddle faced her. It would spin up and down, but what drew her eyes were the two paddles on each side. They jutted out on a wooden stick, the ends crowned with dried leather paddles, worn from age and use. They looked thick and formidable, spaced at just the right distance, so as the wheel turned, they would come up from beneath and strike her buttocks if it came closer. They were spaced apart so first one would strike her buttock and then the second paddle would strike the other. She feared how fast the wheel would turn, the power behind it and the force of the paddle on her naked skin.
The device moved until it ground to a halt; the first paddle hovered just above her right buttock as the wheel slowly moved downward without much force. She felt the dry leather rub along her buttock to rub so close to her spread cheeks and her vulnerable crack. It moved slowly down as it moved away, but then, she felt her left buttock receive the same treatment. She heard something whirl louder as the wheel began to pick up speed. She braced herself and knew what was about to happen. She would be spanked by a machine, an inanimate machine that cared little for her pain or pleasures, doing what it was designed to do, smack her delicate flesh with regularity and severity. She was afraid of how hard and long it would continue. She’d never been spanked since she was a child, but she knew this was going to be more severe than that.
The wheel revolved around; this time, it picked up speed, the momentum of the heavy wheel added to it. The first paddle came down and the sound of leather hitting soft ski
n rang out loudly in the silent room. Only the sound of Faith’s shocked cry of pain would follow it.
“SSSMMMACK!” Faith felt the leather blister her buttock, the heat from the blow continued even as it moved on. It stung, her buttocks clenched, but the device kept her spread and defenseless, her buttocks barely able to tighten the slightest bit.
“SSSMMACCK!” Her other buttock received equal treatment, this time harder as the wheel began to pick up speed. Her cheek stung in pain, but it was the air that blew hard across her exposed anus that shocked her. Would it hit me there? Before she could feel the pain go away, the paddle was back to rise up from the wheel and came down to crash on her ass cheek. Just before it hit, the beam that held her hips moved up higher, Faith’s body drawn taut, and her ass more exposed and vulnerable. She couldn’t clench her cheeks or hide her anus from the paddle.
“SSSPLLOTT!” The next blow was harder; the leather felt like a piece of wood hit her flesh all the way to the bone. Faith didn’t know how long she could take this, her buttocks burned in pain. Faith came to this room for pleasure, not punishment.
“SSPLLOTTT!” Her other cheek was subjected to the same punishment, even harder as the wheel continued to spin faster. It seemed like one buttock or the other was continually under the brutal, punishing blows of the paddle. The wheel moved so fast that her flesh was never left alone. The pain began to build in her body, in not only her ass, but also between her legs. As much as it hurt, she still felt a stirring between her legs as the paddle struck her skin and sent puffs of air to blow across her exposed anus to reveal how vulnerable she was. She looked into the mirrors, her white skin was now a pretty pink, and it turned red as the paddles had their way with her flesh. Not even the juices that ran down her thighs could dull the pain on her ass.
The kerosene lamp flickered when the air blew through where the chairs were seated, as cold chill filled the room. Faith shivered in spite of the heated flesh of her ass. The lamp dimmed as though it tried to mask what or who came into the room. Faith tried to see through her tear-stained eyes. Is it Michael and his friends? Have they come to see me being punished? Will they take their pleasure with my body? She almost welcomed the next blow of the paddle. She knew that Michael would be pleased with her soft cries or the wetness that dripped from her pussy.