by Powerone
She watched him get up and pick up the end of the two ropes that held her ankles. He pulled each one, and she heard the click of the pulleys as the ropes passed through them and tightened. She struggled to keep her legs closed, but her ankles were slowly pulled to opposite sides. Her knees were bent, so she tried to keep them together in spite of her legs spreading wider. It didn’t take long before her ankles were pinned to the pulleys. Michael sat down again, but this time, his hand was able to get between her legs, and he pushed each thigh open and then grabbed her knees to keep her spread wide. She could feel the cool air blow on the hot flesh of her wet inner lips.
Michael put his hand over her mouth as his hand cupped her pussy. “You’re wet, Justine.” He let go of her mouth and, with one hand, fondled her pussy, the other went to tease at her nipples.
She remembered when his hands expertly took possession of her pussy. His fingers pushed between her lips and ran up and down her soaking-wet inner lips. Her juices flowed like a river, even though he ignored her clit. Then, he stopped as suddenly as he started.
He went back to her head, and he picked up the object on the floor. He showed it to her. “This is a Jennings mouth spreader. It’ll leave your mouth open as wide as I want for anything that I want to put in it.”
She saw the metal device, and she struggled when he laid it on her lips. She felt one piece of metal that stuck out go through her lips.
“Open your mouth.”
Justine didn’t understand why her mouth opened so easily for him. She felt the metal spreader pushed between her upper and lower teeth. It ground harshly on them. He took advantage of her surrender, and she heard the device click, and each time it did, her mouth was forced open wider. He didn’t stop until her mouth was a gaping hole. It had straps around it, and he made short work of securing it behind her head. She tried to protest, but only unintelligible sounds came from her mouth. Her fear of having to suck a cock was instantly in her head. He could drive it deep down her throat as the device held her mouth open submissively.
“Now, I don’t have to listen to you complain when I spread you open lewdly, Justine.” Michael went to her legs once again with a new set of leather straps. These went around each leg just above her knees. He attached one, and then, he unhooked her nearest ankle. He tied a rope around the ring in the strap and threaded it through the pulley that secured her hand. He pulled it tight until the pulley locked it in. Then, he went to the other side and repeated the procedure. She could move her ankles now, but her legs were pulled back.
He stood over her with the ropes in his hand. He smiled down at her, but he quickly looked away from her eyes to gaze between her legs. She heard the harsh reality of the pulleys as they clicked and grabbed the rope as her knees were drawn up toward her head on both sides. Her crotch opened like a book. It grew worse as the ropes pulled through the pulley. Her ass began to rise up, and her pussy lips parted wide but so did her buttocks. She could feel her anal ring strain, forced open by the obscene spread of her legs. He finally stopped, but it was as if her pussy and anus were an open invitation to him.
Michael wasn’t finished yet, even exposed as she was. He put the rope back on her ankle and attached it to the pulley and tightened it until it pulled all the way to the side. Then, he went to the other side. She began to panic as soon as he grabbed her other ankle and attached the rope to the pulley.
Her scream cried out silently as her other ankle was pulled to the side. Her crotch was on fire, and she was sure that he could see deep in her body. She watched as he got up, and when he returned, he had the riding crop in his hand. Her body couldn’t move an inch as the crop ran over her face. “GGLLLUGGH!” The crop pushed into the gaping hole of her mouth and didn’t stop until it went all the way to the back and made her gag. The leather was foul tasting as it moved in her mouth like it was a cock.
He put the crop to the side as his hand went between her legs. He pushed two fingers in with ease, her pussy soaking wet. “Show me how much you appreciate my fingers, Justine.”
His fingers slid in unopposed. It felt good to have something fill her in spite of it being fingers and not a cock. She clenched her muscles on his fingers in appreciation, and a third finger joined the other two. She hoped he’d fuck her.
Michael had the large vibrator. He didn’t need to lubricate it for she was soaked. He turned it on high, and she took it with ease. He got three inches inside her before he stopped. Her eyes opened wide, and she gurgled as he started to fuck her with it.
She had vibrators in her before, but it was nothing like this. She was bound and open, and he took possession of her body. His other hand was everywhere—her breasts to tease her nipples to hardness and then her pussy to peel back her lips and expose her clit. She bucked in the ropes as her clit was subjected to the extreme vibrations, and then, her pussy was filled once again while his fingertip raced across the sensitized tip of her clit. It was as if this house turned her into an insatiable sex addict. She couldn’t get enough.
Michael rode her hard and continuously, never pulling the vibrator from her pussy, but his finger did abuse her clit. He pinched, pulled and rubbed her pleasure button as she squirmed feverishly in the tight bondage, but she could never escape. “Are you going to cum for me again, Justine?”
She could only nod her head. He is training me to cum at his command. Or is it that my body betrayed me as soon as I was bound and helpless? The pleasure built in her body as the vibrator pushed all the way inside to bang against her cervix and vibrate incessantly. She clenched and tightened on the inanimate cock but wished it were the real thing. She’d cum so many times, yet she still hadn’t gotten her pleasure with a real cock. Will Michael make me beg to be fucked, or did he have more sinister plans for me? She couldn’t concentrate on anything else but the vibrator and the fingers that extracted the pleasure from her body. She succumbed to his mastery of her body and came explosively, but the device in her mouth wouldn’t allow her to voice her pleasure. She came silently but violently.
“Yes, that’s it, Justine, cum for me, more, don’t stop yet.” He refused to allow her orgasm to end, her bound body a toy for him. Not even a finger in her mouth or on her anus could end her orgasm, only continue it as her excitement at being taken in her mouth or ass was too much for her to comprehend.
Justine’s body was drained once again, yet the vibrator continued to race inside her. She could feel her wetness drip out as he finally pulled the vibrator out of her, and it sang its tune one last time before he turned it off. He took the device out of her mouth first, and then, he began to untie her spread body. Her limbs felt like jelly when she could move them, and she could barely close her legs to hide her shame.
“You have to learn to thank me for your pleasure, Justine.”
She looked at him and thought he was joking, but he had a serious look on his face. She never thanked a man for fucking her, but most of those times; he got his pleasure, also. Michael got nothing but a hard cock and blue balls. “Thank you for making me cum, Michael.” It sounded so depraved, but it got a smile from him.
“Would you like to have lunch? I’m an excellent cook.”
She couldn’t say no. Michael was very talented in every way. “Yes, I’d love to.” She started to pick up her clothes.
“No, you won’t need them. I like you naked.”
It was going to be a long lunch if she had to be naked all the time. While she wasn’t modest about her body, this was something much different. She’d be naked and he’d been fully clothed. She’d never seen him naked or seen his cock, only felt it.
Lunch was an experience. Michael was a great cook, but it was difficult being naked all the time. He didn’t help things. His hands continually touched her; sometimes accidently with a touch on her arm or waist, but other times, it was more fondling her when he touched her intimately. She spread her legs whenever he requested her to do so. Lunch was a two-hour affair, and when they were finished, her pussy was soaked and she fel
t as though she hadn’t had an orgasm in weeks, not hours.
He was ready to leave when she pressed her naked body up against his. She rubbed her pussy on his hard cock, and he was hard. She knew her wet pussy stained his pants, but she didn’t care. She looked into his eyes. “Do you want me to do something about that?”
“Do you mean like you’d get on your knees and take my cock in your mouth?” He saw the way she nervously took the riding crop in her mouth. She wasn’t very experienced with her mouth. He saw the shocked look on her face and knew she hadn’t done it before.
“Or you could fuck me?” She hoped he didn’t put her to her knees.
“I can wait.” He left her wet and wanting. He knew she’d be back in the dungeon before it got dark.
Chapter 6
Can You Really Call it a Club?
Yesterday was another strange day. She relaxed on Saturday, but it was more the anticipation of that night that troubled her. Michael was a demanding man, and she didn’t have the willpower or the desire to deny him. She looked through the house extensively and cleaned out the master bedroom. She kept the pictures, but she put them in other rooms, all except the picture of her mother and Sabrina. The room began to look like hers. All the work kept her out of the dungeon. She walked around the house as if it was hers, which it would be in thirty days. But, she knew she had more decisions to make besides that.
She hardly ate, and it took her hours to get ready for that night. She took a long, hot bath, but she struggled to keep her hands from between her legs. Michael told her she didn’t have to do anything, but she expected there would be a lot of people there. Michael had seen her naked so many times, but she didn’t know what it would be like if that happened in front of a lot of people.
She wore a dress, the infamous black dress that every girl had. It was the finest that Madam Tourseau had, and it looked as though it was made especially for her. She wore a pair of four-inch heels, and her long legs were revealed beneath the short hem of the dress. Her breasts swayed freely beneath it with only a pair of black panties underneath. She waited nervously for the next hour to pass before Michael came.
He was on time to the second. She’d heard his car, and she was waiting for the bell to ring. She took a deep breath and answered the door. He stood there handsome and smiling at her, but her eyes went to his pants. She was surprised that there was no bulge. She thought that he was perpetually hard. “You are so on time.” She moved up against him and kissed his cheek, but that wasn’t her purpose. She rubbed her pussy, and it took only a second before she felt it. She pulled away but stole another look. The bulge was back.
“Proud of yourself,” Michael teased her.
“Yes,” she grinned like a Cheshire cat.
“Be careful of what you wish for,” he warned her.
Michael had a limousine with a driver. They only went a few blocks, and Justine thought it was overindulgence, but in those few blocks, Michael paid special attention to her. Her black dress rode high up her legs, and she made no attempt to pull it down. It caught Michael’s attention, and soon, his hands joined his eyes. He caressed her soft thighs, and she spread her legs obediently. His hand went all the way to her crotch, but he never touched her wet, aching pussy. They pulled in front of a house where the lights blazed brightly and the driveway was filled with cars. It was too late for anything more to happen, but Justine didn’t know what she’d have to do to get him to take her. She wanted to see and feel his cock.
At least the driver was attentive to her legs as she got out, so she gave him a nice view. Michael caught her teasing him and smiled. Michael opened the front door without knocking, and she heard the voices of the people in the other room. It wouldn’t be a small gathering, that’s for sure. Is the whole community involved in this?
It wasn’t what Justine expected it to be. It was more like any other social party. People stood around drinking and talking. They all dressed nicely, not anything kinky or depraved as she expected. She was disappointed. She had her arm hooked into Michael’s as he began to introduce her to everyone.
It was strange that they all knew about her, yet she knew nothing of them except for a few. They were all charming and normal. No one tried to grab her, and she saw nothing out of the ordinary going on. Is it that my imagination overtook the reality of the situations of the last few days? She hoped not.
She had a drink in her hand now, and then, she noticed something. The room wasn’t as crowded as when they first arrived. She didn’t have time to comprehend this mystery as she was finally introduced to someone she knew. “It’s good to see you, Mr. Hill.”
“As beautiful as I remember, Justine.” He took her hand and kissed it. “You’re such a tempting creature.”
“Thank you, Mr. Hill. Is your wife not here tonight?” She was much younger than he was. Is their marriage a marriage of convenience?
“She’s in the other room.” He turned to Michael. “Haven’t you showed her the other rooms yet, Michael?”
“No, he hasn’t. He’s depriving me,” she answered as if she knew what the other rooms were, but she had an idea.
“I wanted her to meet everyone first. The introductions would get lost in all that goes on in the other rooms.” The room was thinning out. It was time to show her.
“Let two men escort you, Justine. You look as though you can handle two men at a time. My wife, Lily, will be glad to see you. She was quite taken with you the other day.”
Her heart raced as she hooked arms with the two men. They walked to the far side of the room, and it felt as though everyone looked at her. There was a large door that Michael opened, but Justine was surprised that it wasn’t an ordinary hallway. The floors were rough-cut stone, as well as the walls. There were torches that lit the way, but electric bulbs flickered like flames. It was damp in the room, and her heels clamored noisily on the hard floor. She could hear voices, but it wasn’t the sound of cheerful social chatter. There were muffled cries and the ominous sound of whips hitting flesh. It had a distinctive sound and was fouled by the muffled cries. There had to be at least six doors, but there was more than that. They were old wooden doors with iron hinges and latches, and each window was covered in iron bars. All the doors were closed, and the hallway was empty. She’d expected an orgy of lust, but this wasn’t it. It looked like a prison.
“Is this Let’s Make a Deal where I pick a door?” She made a joke of it, but there was tension in her voice.
“Today is for visiting, Justine. Next time, you’ll not have a choice if you come back. You’ll lose your ability to say no if that is your decision.”
Michael opened the first door, and it creaked as though it hadn’t been used in years. Inside was bigger than she expected. There were three couples watching, but the center of the room was filled with a giant wheel that was parallel to the ground. She stopped, and Michael stood in back of her. She pushed back until she felt his erection, but he didn’t move away. His hand went around her waist and held her against him.
The woman was naked on the wheel, face down with her arms and legs spread crudely. She was an older woman, mid- to late-thirties, but she was attractive and took care of her body. A man stood next to her, Justine not sure if it was her husband or not. He was almost naked, only a leather pouch held his cock and balls, and it bulged with a huge erection. Justine moved her hips on Michael’s cock. “Is that her husband?”
“No, he’s over there watching.”
Justine looked over at him. A woman stood next to him, and her hand rubbed the front of his pants as he watched his wife. This was more depraved than she expected. Her attention turned back to his wife. The man that stood over her had a whip in his hand. She’d seen something like it before. It was called a flogger, and this one had at least twenty strands to it. The handle was bright red leather, but the falls were a dark black.
Matt stood there with the flogger as he gazed at his target. Sylvia’s ass was opened up by the wide spread of her legs, and it left her
defenseless. His wife, Jane, stroked Jeff, Sylvia’s husband’s cock to inspire him. He’d used the flogger on Jane’s ass in practice but never on another woman. He swung the flogger through the air, and his first blow was right on target. It hit her right buttock directly in the center with a majority of the falls.
“Wuh-PSSSH”
Sylvia bit her lip as she tried to contain the pain that raced through her buttock. It was shameful to be stripped naked and bound on the wheel, but this was far worse. She saw her husband having his excited cock stroked while she suffered.
“Wuh-PSSSH”
“OOOWWW!” She cried out that time. Her other buttock was whipped, but some of the errant falls of the flogger slapped in her crack and hit harshly, close to her anus. Her buttocks clenched tight as well as her anus as she tried to protect her pucker.
Matt was getting better, and his aim went lower. The next slap of the flogger went between her legs, but he didn’t put as much force into the blow, yet her cry was loud and high pitched.
“CRACK!” The wheel shook on its footings as her body jerked from the blow.
Justine couldn’t believe where he hit her with the flogger. It was between her legs, and Justine could see the wetness fly in the air as the falls found the soft folds of her pussy that peeked out from behind. She cried out, but the flogger was already falling once again, and this time, his aim was a bit higher, and her anus was subjected to the sharp bite of the falls. Justine could feel it herself, as if the flogger found its way between her legs.
“OOOWWW!” Sylvia’s shrill cries filled the room, and anxious hands stroked excited cocks.
It stung her pussy lips when he hit her, and her anus went into spasms as the falls beat the unprotected flesh. It hurt, but as he continued, the hurt became something much more, yet that didn’t stifle her cries of pain.
“Can someone silence her screams?” Matt swung the flogger up from the floor and found the gap between the spokes of the wheel. His aim was precise, and most of the falls found the soft petals of her pussy. They pushed aside the fragile flesh to attack the soft, inner lips with a resounding thud.