Naked Lies

by Ray Gordon

  "Walkies!" he chuckled, pulling on the chain. I crawled across the carpet, my pinched nipples aching, my naked buttocks projecting, my cunny lips crudely displayed. What did he intend to do with me? I wondered fearfully as he grabbed his bag of tricks and led me through the hall into the kitchen. Opening the back door, he made me crawl down the garden like an animal.

  The sun warmed my naked body as he led me to the old apple tree. Soft beneath my hands, my knees, the grass comforted me. I noticed the daisies, looking at me. Chains. Daisy chains. My childhood a sepia photograph, my only chains now were my bonds. The garden hoe lay nearby.

  I felt different now that I knew who was involved in the wicked plan. Although a slave to Den, and effectively to Mat, I had grown to enjoy the sex, the games. I was an angel of sex. My naked body my temple, sought after by men and women, I was a sex goddess.

  "Right, now the fun starts!" Den laughed, yanking my head up and securing the end of the chain to a branch. The sun filtered through the leaves above me, flickering like stars. I liked sunbathing naked, feeling the warmth permeating my firm breasts, my nipples, my secret places. I felt the sun bathing the fullness of my buttocks. Was I to be thrashed?

  Taking two metal stakes and a hammer from the bag, my master drove them into the ground. Tying my ankles to the stakes with lengths of rope, my feet wide apart, a bolt of arousal coursed through my vulnerable frame. The cane or the leather belt? I speculated. Was he going to drive his organ deep into my bottom-hole and sperm in my bowels?

  My head held high by the chain, my feet tethered, I couldn't escape the demeaning, the evocative position. As my master blindfolded me, I speculated on what fate might be in store. Was I to be licked to orgasm, my clitoris caressed by his sweeping tongue as he fingered my cunt? Mat was at work, I reasoned in my darkness. So why blindfold me?

  Hearing male voices, a cold chill ran up my spine as I realized that I was to be crudely taken by more than one man. How many were there? Would they take turns to fuck me, to spunk me? One after the other using my cunt to satisfy their lust, their perverse desires? Arousal gripped me.

  "Right on cue!" Den laughed, slapping my naked buttocks with the palm of his hand. "OK, who's going up her cunt?"

  "I'll take her fanny," a man replied eagerly. His voice was smooth, dark. Was his cock big?

  "And I'll have her arsehole," another rejoined.

  "That just leaves her mouth," Den chortled.

  Someone slid beneath my naked body, his solid penis stabbing between my gaping vaginal lips as he lay on his back. Fingers yanked my fleshy folds apart, opening my vaginal mouth, exposing my most intimate sex flesh. Suddenly, the anonymous stud penetrated me, his huge shaft stretching me open, filling me to capacity. My buttocks yanked apart, a tongue licked my once secret valley, wetting my anal portal. I shuddered as the man beneath me slid his penis out of my cunt and then drove into me again, battering my cervix. The goddess of sex.

  The tongue left my anal rose and a solid knob pressed against my delicate brown ring, trying to enter me there. "No!" I screamed as the glans pushed past my defeated sphincter muscles and drove into the dank heat of my rectal duct. My screams were futile, I knew, as the thick shaft glided deep into my bowels. My holes dilated by two erect organs, I thought I'd split open as the crude double fucking began. Never had I endured such a corrupt act, and I wondered at my femininity. I had no claim to femininity now, I was nothing more than a wanton whore, an obscene tart. I trembled in my pleasure.

  "Open your mouth, bitch!" Den ordered me as he knelt before my sweating face. I complied, taking the third penis into my quivering body, imagining my plunderers all coming at once, filling my abused orifices with their gushing jism. There were new sensations as the penises within my bloated holes massaged each other through the thin membrane separating my ducts.

  I wanted to cry, but there were no tears. I tried to deny the pleasure the three phalluses were bringing me, but the beautiful sensations wouldn't grant me denial. In the dark of my blindfold I felt pubic hairs tickling my nose as Den drove his weapon to the back of my throat. I breathed in his sex-scent. It was stronger in the dark.

  My naked body rocking with the triple fucking, my clitoris forced from its pink bonnet, erect in arousal, I knew I was going to come as never before. I couldn't hold back, the sensations building in my trembling womb invading my bloated pelvis, reaching out to every nerve ending. My holes sore and inflamed as the plundering organs seemed to swell to an incredible size, I knew my triple sperming was imminent. I'd dreamed of three cocks fucking me, and now, in all its perverse, its beautiful reality, my dream was seeing the light of day.

  Let go, let go! My thoughts whispered as a tide of milk surged from the estuary of my bursting vagina. I felt as if I was floating on the outrushing of breath from my abusers' gasping mouths, drifting in my darkness. I wanted Lisa, her smooth, hairless cunt pressed against my mouth, my tongue deep within her creamy love hole. I didn't want Lisa.

  "God!" Den cried, towering above me, his knob swelling within the wet heat of my mouth. The brown tissue of my bottom-hole gripping the intruding shaft, my cunt burning, inflamed, my clitoris exploded in orgasm as the men gasped in their coming. My tongue drowning in sperm, my holes brimming with male ejaculate, I shuddered in my own massive climax.

  Swinging balls smacking between my open thighs, my vaginal throat gulping spunk, my anal tube fervently sucking in male milk, I swallowed the cream shooting from Den's orgasming knob. I was alive with crude sex, revelling in my debauchery, wallowing in the baseness of the obscene act. The man riding my bottom slapped my buttocks, the stinging pain only enhancing my immense pleasure. Responding to the surges of orgasm coursing through my chained body, my pinched nipples sent electrifying tingles of sex through my swelling breasts.

  I thought I'd die from pleasure as my climax peaked, gripping me in its luxurious glove, shaking me to the very core of my being. I was flying, flying like a bird on the wing high above the clouds of consciousness to a heaven of pure sexual bliss. Was this the real me? I wondered in the delirium of my sexual haze. Was I really a confirmed nymphomaniac? I could come to no other conclusion. I was wicked.

  "Ah, ah! Spunking up her arse!" the man behind me gasped as his sperm continued to jet into my bowels.

  "And her cunt!" the one beneath my tethered body rejoined as he thrust his cock into my sopping cavern.

  Impaled on three apoplectic penises, my naked body rocking back and forth, my own orgasm peaked again, sending shockwaves of crude pleasure through my quivering flesh. How much more could I take? I wondered, the cocks within my lust holes finding their rhythm, thrusting in unison. My three orifices fucked, spunked, my climax gripping me, I imagined Lisa licking my clitoris, her long black hair tickling my inner thighs, my stomach. I wanted her.

  At last, my orgasm began to subside and the spent cocks withdrew, leaving their sated orifices. I swallowed Den's sperm, savouring the residue from my lips as my body shuddered in the waning of my climax. What now? I wondered apprehensively, excitedly, as the men moved about. I wanted another triple fucking.

  A chink of daylight appeared before my dazed eyes. My blindfold had slipped during the debauchery. Turning my head to one side, through my peephole I encountered four pairs of shoes. Four? Instantly recognizing Mat's black brogues, my stomach somersaulted as I realized that he'd been watching the crude fucking. What were his thoughts as he'd watched two penises fucking the intimate holes between my thighs? What sort of man would watch his wife being crudely abused by three other men? An evil bastard.

  Like a thief in the night, the thought of Mat witnessing my enforced debauchery sent a bolt of arousal through my tethered body. Chained like an animal, fucked and spunked by strangers while my husband watched, I quivered as my arousal soared. Sperm oozing from my lust ducts, running in rivulets down my trembling thighs, I had never known such stimulation. I wanted to come again, to have three men fuck me again while my husband watched.

  Mat's feet moved
behind me. The other men moved and my buttocks were parted, crudely yanked open to expose my sperm-wet anal inlet. It was Mat, I knew, as a bulbous glans pressed against my anal rose, my anal mouth. He was going to fuck me there while his accomplices watched.

  Driving his cock deep into my bowels, he grabbed my hips and withdrew. Again, he propelled his shaft deep into my secret tube, stretching me wide open, stimulating my inner flesh. His balls slapping my dripping vaginal lips, he increased his fucking rhythm, my body rocking back and forth as his pistoned my private cylinder.

  A solid knob brushed against my mouth as I gasped with pleasure. It was wet - sperm-wet and cunny-wet. The cock that had fucked my cunt, spunked my cervix, now wanted to fuck my mouth. Parting my lips wide I sucked the swollen glans into my hot mouth and ran my tongue over its silky-smooth cylinder. Two men - my husband fucking my bottom and a stranger fucking my mouth. I was drifting on a cloud of lust.

  Never had I known that such depths of depravity existed, such sexual ecstasy. Desires emerged from the deep canyons of my mind, unknown desires. Never had I dreamed that I'd derive such satisfaction from my husband's abuse. I hated him as he rudely fucked my bottom. I hated myself. I love-hated him. What was he? A monster, a fiend, a sexual creep... What was I?

  "Really give it to the bitch!" Den urged as a hand slapped my buttocks. "Give her the arse-spunking of her life!" As Mat fucked my bottom, I sucked on the throbbing organ within my mouth, savouring the heady cocktail of vaginal juice and sperm. I wanted him to come in time with Mat, for my holes to receive their communion in unison. I craved crude sex in all its crudity.

  Mat stifled his groans as his sperm gushed from his indriving knob and jetted into my inflamed anal cylinder. The swollen glans in my mouth exploded in orgasm, the issuing jism bathing my tongue, filling my cheeks. Fingers delved between my saturated cunny lips, locating my yearning bud, massaging me to a massive orgasm as my body was pumped full of male come. I was discovering my sexual heaven, my inner paradise.

  My entire body shaking uncontrollably, my earth-shattering climax threatened to eliminate me. The crude double fucking, my audience, my wicked husband - all combined to transport me to hitherto unknown heights of sexual gratification. On and on the spasming knobs spermed, pumping, gushing, jetting. I was full, brimming with male cream, rivers of semen streaming from my perverse pleasure holes.

  At last, the flows ceased and the restless cocks stilled themselves within their sopping roosts. Trembling as my own orgasm diminished into soft ripples of pleasure, I wondered how I could ever face Mat again. How could he face me? In his depravity, his wickedness, how could he ever kiss me and make love to me as before?

  "OK," Den murmured as the knob within my mouth withdrew, dribbling spunk down my chin. "Now for the cane." The cane? Who was to administer the thrashing? I wondered as Mat slipped his deflating shaft out of my brimming anal canal. I heard movements behind me, muffled movements. There were no words, only silence. My blindfold was checked, adjusted, the chink of light disappearing, leaving me again within my darkness.

  The first crack of the cane landing squarely across my taut buttocks, I yelped like a dog - a bitch chained by its collar. It was Mat, I knew, as the cane struck me again, the stinging pain heating my full bottom globes. On and on the gruelling thrashing continued as I wiggled and whimpered in my torturous pleasure, my arousal soaring ever higher.

  Would the men, my masters, take it in turns to thrash me, their sex slave? Would they fuck me again after my punishment? I wanted Lisa. Did I want Carole? My bottom orbs burned, the fire scorching deep into my quivering flesh. Did I want to cane Carole? I wanted to lick her to orgasm, but she wouldn't allow me. I might force her, tie her over the back of the armchair and pull her knickers down. Lesbian-rape her.

  "Harder!" someone cried excitedly as my naked body rocked with the merciless beating. I thought the cane might snap in two as the thrashing increased, my buttocks numbing as the fire burned within my tensed flesh. Was Mat taking out his anger? Was he venting a deep-seated hatred for me, or satisfying his craving for sex?

  "I'm ready for her arsehole," someone intoned rudely. The thrashing stopped, the cane discarded as movements sounded behind my trembling body. My arsehole was to be fucked and spermed again. Could I take it? Could I endure another anal fucking? The choice wasn't mine, my body wasn't mine. It belonged to my masters.

  "No," I protested meekly as a bulbous knob greeted my wet anal ring, pressing against the sensitive tissue surrounding my once secret portal. My buttocks receiving several hard slaps, my conquered spirit was driven out of me as subservience ruled. The huge silky glans slipped past my tight ring, driving into the wet heat of my anal duct, opening me. I gasped, the taste of sperm lingering on my tongue, my pinched nipples burning as my breasts swung and heaved.

  Another man, another cock fucking my arsehole. Arsehole. The word was crude, dirty. Three different penises had fucked my arsehole, spunked in my bowels. I was awash with sperm, brimming with male ejaculate. Could I take any more? My arsehole would overflow, rivers of depraved cream flood my thighs as I arose - if I were ever again allowed to ascend as a human being.

  Grabbing my hips, my unseen master began his anal abuse, his huge cock gliding in and out of my arsehole, massaging the inner walls of my dank sanctum. I rocked back and forth, my head held proud by the dog chain, my feet savagely spread by my tight ropes of bondage. My body no longer mine, I'd given myself completely. Now my very soul belonged to Lucifer.

  "Coming!" the man cried as he rammed his knob deep into my steaming bowels. "Christ, she's a tight-arsed bitch!" I felt his sperm pumping into my rectal duct, spurting from his pulsating organ as he rudely fucked my arsehole. Demeaned, shamed, degraded beyond belief, I shuddered as my clitoris swelled and throbbed, desperate for fingers, a tongue - Lisa's tongue.

  As he gasped in his anal sperming, his heavy balls spanking the inflamed love lips of my vagina, fingers delved into my cunt. Opening me, stretching my drenched sex duct, three, four fingers thrust into me. My clitoris still sadly neglected, I wanted to rub myself there, to masturbate and bring out my orgasm. But my pleasure counted for nothing.

  "Christ, that was good!" my anal abuser breathed as his weapon slid out of my arsehole. The fingers still intruded, massaging deep inside my cunt as I whimpered in my desperation for orgasm. I felt sperm flowing from my open bottom-hole, trickling down to lubricate the pistoning fingers. Never had I had so much sperm pumped into my body, endured such a fucking.

  "OK, now I'll fuck her arse!" Den laughed as I heard him settle on the grass behind me. I couldn't take another cock sperming in my bowels and I tried to protest, to beg for compassion, but the words wouldn't leave my mind. I screamed inside, silent screams of anguish, of hatred for myself, for what I'd become. Love and hatred are one.

  My breasts swinging with the violent fucking, fingers thrusting in and out of my tight cunt, I cried a river of tears as my naked body brought satisfaction to yet another man. Again and again he drove his penis into my inflamed arsehole, using and abusing me, treating me like a rag doll. I prayed for him to come, to loose his spunk and withdraw from my aching rectal sheath.

  But on and on he rode me like a horse, caning my buttocks as he galloped across a rolling heath of sex towards his orgasm. The cane struck me again and again as he shafted my anal canal and the unseen fingers fucked my cunt. Adding to the abuse, someone squeezed my breasts, my mammary globes ballooning, the torturous clothes pegs tightening around my aching nipples.

  At last, he came, his sperm gushing into my overflowing rectal tube, spurting from my stretched portal and coursing down my thighs. The more he pistoned my cylinder, the more sperm jetted from my distended hole, bubbling, spraying, splattering my buttocks. He grunted and groaned, clinging to my bucking hips as he drained his swinging balls.

  The fingers driving deeper into my cunt, I screamed as the man's fist slipped into my vaginal cavern, my love lips stretched tautly around his wrist. My pelvic cavity b
loated, I grimaced as the fist clenched, distending my vaginal cave until I thought I'd split open. My anal duct compressing, crushing the indriving penis, I screamed again with fear and immense pleasure.

  "She needs another spanking!" someone laughed as I was crudely ridden and whipped. Another spanking? No, I knew that I'd pass out with the pain and pleasure! I couldn't take another thrashing, another cock - I was exhausted, done, finished. As the cock slipped out of my aching arsehole and the fist withdrew from my bloated cunt, the wet sucking sounds of sex resounding through my mind, I prayed for mercy. Had Mat no compassion? Had he not an ounce of love for his abused wife? He didn't know what love was.

  The men talked and joked for a few minutes before leaving. In my darkness, I heard them walking silently across the soft grass, leaving only Den - my ruler. As he unhooked the chain from the tree branch and released my ankles, I rolled onto my side, pulling my blindfold off as sperm flowed in torrents from my inflamed sex holes.

  "Quite a fucking!" he chuckled, the sun behind him, his silhouette towering high above me. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I looked up at the tree, the outspread branches, the foliage. An anchor for the chain, it had witnessed my debauchery. Never would the tree allow me to forget.

  Hauling my shaking body up, I sat on the grass and removed the clothes pegs from my distended nipples. Examining my red teats, the sperm bubbling from my anal portal, oozing from my aching cunt, I wondered when Den would go, leave me with my abused body, my shattered mind.

  My legs trembling, I didn't attempt to stand as he grabbed the Tesco's bag and collected up his instruments of sexual abuse. Unclipping the dog collar, I tossed it onto the grass. The chain lay like a snake, coiled, ready to pounce. Would it turn into a staff?