KNOTTED PLEASURE

by POWERONE


ISBN 9781615088218
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Copyright 2012 Powerone
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A new masterpiece of erotic domination and control by one of the top selling authors of the genre: Powerone! Two stories, two women, different, but they find they have the same dark and forbidden desires. Do the ropes and restraints give them the excuse to indulge in acts that most women would run away from? Bound and stripped naked, no longer responsible for what would happen to them, Knotted Pleasure is their reward. Kiley finds a way to take care of her financial needs from long years at expensive universities. She meets a man who will pay for twelve hours of unrestrained pleasure from her virgin body. Sandra is caught in the political intrigue of a deposed ruler and the hatred of his people towards Americans. Can she trade her body for her freedom? Is her only ally looking out for her well-being, or is he like the others, only interested in knotted pleasures?


College Debt



Kiley strolled down the courtyard at Harvard on a cool October morning. Winter was coming, the leaves on the trees had already fallen and a cool breeze blew across the Cambridge, Massachusetts'

campus. Her feet crunched on the dead leaves as they blew across the sidewalk, almost deserted now, too early in the morning except for the most intense students. She tried to think of another word instead of intense, dedicated, driven, manic; laughing as she tried to explain her own behavior so critically. Laughing at herself was the only thing she could do lately.

She had been feeling depressed, hard for someone so upbeat and driven. Had it all been worthwhile? What had I given up to do this?

Sure, there were many students that were in their second year law at Harvard University, but how many of them were female and how many of them were eighteen years old? She was what they called a child prodigy. Her parents didn't know where it came from. They were average folks living in Stockton, California. Her father was a long-hall truck driver, her mother stayed home and raised her until she went off to college, then she got a job at the diner waiting tables.

Kiley's grammar and high school career were short. She graduated from high school when she was thirteen. She was accepted at Wesleyan University in Connecticut and graduated in three years, majoring in pre-law. Kiley had her heart set on law, and once she decided something, nothing stood in her way. She was accepted at Harvard University, and this was her second year there.

It's not that Kiley wasn't attractive, she was, but in college, who would date a girl that would be only sixteen when she graduated.

Most boys stayed away from underage girls, the older girls more than willing to give them what they wanted without running into trouble with the law. It wasn't much different now. She turned eighteen three months ago, but most of the other students in her law classes were in their twenties, twenty-two or twenty-three. They drank, dated and had sex, but not one of them would touch an eighteen-year-old girl, 2



especially one who was smarter than they were. So at the ripe age of eighteen, she was still a virgin. In fact, she had never had a date or even been kissed. Not only because of her age, but she never had time for it, too driven to succeed in school so she could get her law degree.

Her hand and a vibrator were her only satisfaction, Kiley learning early on that orgasms helped relieve the stress of life.

Then there was the matter of her education and the expense.

Wesleyan University was $58,000 per year for three years; Harvard was $48,000 per year plus $25,000 for room and board. For the four years of school she had attended, the total was in excess of $250,000

with another $73,000 this year and next. While Wesleyan and Harvard both wanted her to attend and did provide scholarships and grants, she was still in debt to the tune of $100,000 with $35,000

added each year for the next two years. When she graduated at twenty years of age, she would owe $170,000.

Yes, lawyers that graduate Cum Laude from Harvard did well in the world. She wanted to move to New York City, one of the most expensive cities in the United States, but she didn't want to go to one of the big firms that specialized in business, Kiley had expectations of making her mark on the world by helping people, the common people, not the rich. Whether it was environmental law, civil law in class-action lawsuits against big business or wherever it was she could make a difference, it would never pay like business. Her own choices meant she couldn't stop worrying how she would handle her debt. Her parents didn't have the wherewithal to help, so it was up to her to deal with it.

The library door was unlocked, Kiley the first inside. The building was still chilly, so she left her coat on. She found her usual table, opening up her laptop and taking the lid off of the first of many cups of coffee she would consume that day. She put everything out of her mind as she began to study before her eight o'clock class.



* * * *

It was one of the things that Kiley liked; the student-faculty mixer. Her mentor and advisor, Professor Rosenthal, made sure that she always attended.

"It's not only the faculty, but the alumni show up and wants to meet our brightest and most promising students. That means you, Kiley."

So, she took it as her duty. After all, Dr. Rosenthal had done so much for her, it was the least she could do to repay him. It was at the last mixer that she met Mrs. Cynthia Lewis of the Lewis International Law Center building, named after her husband's generous donation.

She had even insisted that Kiley call her Cynthia. Cynthia had graduated from Harvard Law, and had made her husband donate to build the center. She only did some pro bono work now, as she said it, her job was to make her husband happy. He was the Chairman of the Board of Lewis Enterprises, a multi-national conglomerate of consumer goods that spanned forty countries, with sales of forty billion dollars. He was also the largest stockholder, his fortune estimated to be in excess of five billion dollars and climbing.

Kiley put on the little black dress she had, too low cut and short for the weather, but she was out to impress, not stay warm. She was hoping that Cynthia would be there again, maybe this time her husband would be with her. He would be a great contact to have when she graduates. It seemed like only older men were interested in Kiley. They weren't worried about younger women; to them, it was a status symbol. Kiley couldn't say she didn't like the attention, but she did not intend to them, even if she had the time to date.

She walked quickly to the center, a converted mansion, the air colder after the sun went down. It was early, but the room was already filling up. Most of her classmates were there and all of the law department professors, including Dr. Rosenthal, standing in the corner talking to a woman with her back to Kiley. She hung up her coat and walked over to Dr. Rosenthal and then she noticed who the woman was. It was Cynthia, Kiley's face lighted up as soon as she saw her. She was so beautiful and elegant, wearing a suit that probably cost five thousand dollars, Kiley's dress bought on sale for forty bucks, usually two hundred. Kiley could only afford the dresses at Filene's basement.

Dr. Rosenthal saw her before she got all the way across the room.

He pulled her next to him as soon as she got close. "You know our finest student; I think you met last mixer." He knew that Cynthia liked Kiley; he wanted to make sure his prime benefactor had an interest in everything that went on in the law school. It might be her husband's money, but Cynthia was the one that got him to part with it.

"Yes, Kiley and I had a long girl talk last time. How are you?" She pressed her hand into Kiley's.

"Great, Cynthia," paused before she said Cynthia, not wanting to offend her, even though she told Kiley to call her by her first name.

She held Kiley's hand for a long time before she released it. She had such a firm grip, as though all of her power was in her hand.

"Such a lovely dress, Kiley, it certainly shows off your lovely figure. I'd die for a young body like yours. The boys must be all over you."

"I think I am too young and innocent for them. They want someone more experienced. And older! As far as you, Cynthia, a young girl has nothing over you."

"You don't mind if I borrow Kiley, do you, Dr. Rosenthal. We have so much in common, you know, girl talk."

"Not at all, I have other people that I have been neglecting, some on purpose, onto my duty for the University." He was glad Cynthia was interested in Kiley. He knew of her problems with money and her worries about it. Maybe Cynthia could do something to help her. It wouldn't be the first time that she had helped a student. There was Brenda four years ago. He never got all the details, but all of a sudden, Brenda's money problems went away and she became a better student. He never inquired as to how and why. It was none of his business, as long as everyone was happy.

"Let's go into the other room where we can have some privacy.

Sometimes I get too much attention." He watched as they walked, the young girl having a natural sway to her hips and a fantastic ass. What man wouldn't be hard just watching her walk? Cynthia's eyes took in Kiley's breasts, snuggled tightly in the low-cut dress, giving off a glimpse of generous cleavage, but she could tell that she was wearing a bra underneath. At her age, she didn't need one.

They sat down on the couch next to each other, picking up drinks on the way in, two glasses of wine for Cynthia and a coke for Kiley.

"Here, put the coke away, have a glass of wine."

Kiley never drank, only an occasional drink when she went home for the holidays, but then only wine. "Thank you," trying to be sophisticated as she took a sip.

"How are your classes, boring?" She knew that Kiley was way ahead of her classmates, just like Cynthia, but Harvard didn't let you skip ahead. You had to put in the three years, not like a bachelor's degree.

"Yes, a little. I know what they are teaching before they teach it.

Was it that way when you were here?" Kiley didn't feel like she had to lie with Cynthia. She would never tell her professors or her classmates the truth about the classes, many of them struggling to keep up, the professors smug that they were "tough."

"Yes, but I was in no way as smart as you are. You are truly gifted and will make a wonderful lawyer. What are you going to specialize in?"

"I'm confused. I want to help out the common people, do pro bono, environmental law or help those that can't defend themselves against big business."

"There is nothing wrong with that. Why are you confused?"

Cynthia knew what her problem was. Cynthia had the same problem when she graduated, but she solved hers by marriage.

"My student loans will be big enough to bankrupt small countries,"

she tried to make light of it, but her forehead creased into a scowl.

"You can always marry wealthy, that is one way to cure your problem."

"I think you have to date first, before you can marry." Kiley sounded so pitiful when she explained herself. What would Cynthia think of me?

"How come you've never dated?" Even with her passion in college, Cynthia still found time to date.

"Too young, too aggressive, too driven, pick one or all." She tried hard to make it sound as if it wasn't bad that she didn't date.

"So that would make you a…"

"A virgin, yes." She wanted to beat her to it.

"That's a very valuable commodity this day and age. Sorry, I don't mean commodity. A treasure is more like it." Cynthia smiled at the thought.

"And I thought I was bankrupt. Should I go down to Bank of American and try to get a secured loan on my virginity?" If it were only that easy, get a loan and the one that gets my virginity gets to pay it off.

"I'm not sure that they would believe their collateral is secured, unless they happened to still have chastity belts they could use.

Knowing some of the bank officers at B of A, I suspect that a few of them still have some in the safe. They will finance anything. I guess if you lost your virginity, it would become a toxic asset and the government would have to step in and bail them out."

"That's one way the President of the United States would know who I am, or at least the Treasury Secretary, though that is not how I want to be famous or recognizable." This was a strange conversation, but Kiley felt so comfortable with Cynthia, that nothing was taboo.

Cynthia changed the topic, turning to Kiley's parents. They talked for half an hour, covering school, money, lack of boys, even the weather. She needed to get back into the other room. "Why don't you come into the city on Saturday and have lunch with me?"

Kiley couldn't believe it. Have lunch with her in Boston! "I would love to."

"How about Jer-Ne at the Ritz Carlton? It's near the commons.

One o'clock would be good for me."

The Ritz Carlton was a five star hotel. Kiley would have to take the MTA. She didn't really need a car and couldn't afford one. "It's a date." She would have a chance to dress up again, the Ritz Carlton very formal. Kiley got up when Cynthia did. She took Kiley's hand again, this time holding it longer, looking into her eyes as if searching for something.

Kiley mingled the rest of the night, feeling a bit smug when Cynthia left shortly after their conversation as if she only came to see Kiley and no one else.

"I see Cynthia and you hit it off. She is a wonderful person and could really help you if you let her. She has been great to our school, so make sure that you are on your best behavior." He didn't want to sound like he was warning her, but that was what he was doing.

"Don't worry, Dr. Rosenthal. I wouldn't do anything to ruin the school's reputation or alienate its alumni. In fact, we are having lunch in Boston on Saturday." She saw the way he beamed from the news.

"I have every confidence in you, Kiley. You'll do whatever is necessary."

"Thank you," but it was strange. He said whatever is necessary, not what was correct.



* * * *

The way she was dressed, she was out of place on the MTA. It had been a long ride, but she was excited. She couldn't believe that Cynthia was so interested in her, so she especially wanted to impress her. Kiley wore a black suit, the skirt tight and short, the jacket unbuttoned to reveal a white silk blouse that had the first two buttons opened. She wanted Cynthia to think of her as a woman, not a girl. The doorman opened the door for the Ritz Carlton, his eyes scanning her body, Kiley flirted with him, flashing a big smile as she swung her hips and entered the cavernous and ornate lobby. She spotted the Jer-Ne bar and restaurant, her heels clicking on the floor. The Maître de spotted her before she even got to him.

"Good afternoon, Kiley, Mrs. Lewis is waiting for you." He ushered her over to the private table in the corner, the restaurant not very crowded for a Saturday lunchtime crowd.

"Sit, Kiley." Crystal's eyes scanned Kiley as she complied. She'd dressed conservatively but with the right amount of sexiness. The skirt was tight and short, the cleavage enough to be tantalizing without being too garish. It was important to be able to ride the fine line between sexy and trashy. One step over and you could never go back.

Kiley sat down, Cynthia dressing more casual than Kiley expected.

She wore a brightly colored blouse, silk and expensive, the fabric draping over her breasts so delicately. She wore slacks that looked like they were painted on her, but were still fashionable and sexy at the same time. "It's good to see you again, Cynthia."

"I ordered you a drink, I hope you don't mind." She had a glass of wine for Kiley, a bottle on the table. She knew that Kiley rarely drank, so she wanted to make sure that she had a gentle buzz on by the time they left. It would be a delicate conversation they would have, so Cynthia wanted all the advantages. "You are so lovely today, take off your jacket and be comfortable." Cynthia's eyes lingered on Kiley's breasts as she took the jacket off, arching her back until her full breasts were straining the meager buttons that tried to contain them.

Kiley took a sip of the wine, feeling so comfortable, a warm glow settling into her empty stomach. Cynthia began to talk immediately, asking Kiley about what she did this week, Kiley feeling bad that her life was only school and not much else. Kiley changed the conversation to Cynthia's husband who she had never met.

Kiley learned that he was older than Cynthia, forty-five to her thirty-one. They had met at a conference and he'd invited her to have a cup of coffee. Their relationship started slowly, Cynthia just beginning her career, her future husband travelling the world to shepherd his growing empire. It was almost two years to the day when they got married.

They ordered lunch, the food brought out quickly, delicious after campus food for too long. Kiley was already on her third glass of wine, tasting so good with the food.

The waiter took away their empty dishes, Cynthia seeing the way that Kiley devoured her food, ordered a small sampler plate of deserts, before sending the waiter away. He knew not to come back and disturb them.

Kiley felt so relaxed, her belly full, a gentle buzz in her head and feeling comfortable in a place and situation that was far from what she was used to. She was on top of the world.

"How are you doing financially, Kiley? I know law school can be grueling, not only mentally, but also financially. I imagine you are piling up student loans."

"Yes, and they've been driving me crazy lately. Sometimes it is the only thing on my mind. I worry how I will pay them off if I do what I want when I graduate. If I want to have a life free of debt, I might have to sell out and work for business." If only Kiley had the kind of money that Cynthia and her husband had. All of her problems would be gone.

"Yes, they can be daunting. I remember those days."

"I think I would turn tricks to pay for them, but not even the high-class hookers make that much money." It was the wine talking now, but Cynthia didn't seem to be offended by the conversation.

"You do have a lovely body that men would love to ravish, but you only have one treasure that is worth that much money."

"What do you mean?" Kiley was confused.

"You did say you were a virgin, didn't you?"

"Yes, but that would only be once, after that, I would be just another used hooker for sale."

"Then you just have to find the right person that would be willing to pay what you need for the privilege of taking your virginity." She saw Kiley take a big drink of wine, her tongue licking her lips as if they were parched.

"I don't know anyone that would pay $250,000 to go to bed with me. I haven't even found anyone to do it for free. Who has that kind of money?"

"That may seem like a lot of money to you, Kiley, but to my husband and I, why we spend that much money in a week. We enjoy all the things that our money can bring to our happiness and are not afraid of taking what we desire. I have friends that are in the same position as we are." She waited a moment until the words settled in.

"I told you that my job in life is to make my husband happy. I will do anything for him. Money is no object."

Kiley finished up the glass of wine and poured another. What is Cynthia saying? "I'm confused. And a bit tipsy from the wine."

"Why don't we get out of here and go somewhere we can talk more privately. I have a room upstairs. Do you mind?"

"No, let's go." Kiley had to hold on to her chair as she got up. She grabbed her jacket, but she didn't put it on. The waiter suddenly appeared out of nowhere, Cynthia signing the check without anything more than a casual glance at it.

They took the elevator up to the penthouse, the door opening to a hallway, but with only one door. Cynthia used her electronic key and it opened instantly. Kiley had never seen a hotel room like this; it was bigger than her parent's house and was furnished eloquently.

Cynthia took her chance, grabbing Kiley gently and pushing her against the wall. "Put your hands on the wall. High up," she ordered her. She waited to see what Kiley would do.

Kiley's back was to Cynthia, feeling her hands pushing her against the wall. She was confused, but she remembered Dr. Rosenthal's warning. She was afraid, but she also felt a strange excitement, something she'd never felt before. Her hands slowly climbed up the wall until they were out in front of her face. She could feel Cynthia behind her, but Kiley didn't move or turn around. Her heart was racing a mile a minute, a drop of sweat on her forehead, her lips parched. Then she felt the hands slide to her waist, chills and goose bumps racing through her body. A woman was touching her like a man would do. They slid up higher, Kiley knowing where they were going, but she made no move to stop them, her hands pinned to the wall as if they were bound there.

Cynthia moved closer to Kiley until she pushed into her ass. Her pert little ass pushed out as though expecting it, not trying to move away as they touched. Cynthia's hands found Kiley's breasts, cupping them gently from beneath, pushing them up. "You're being a good girl, Kiley. Do you like doing what others tell you to do?"

"I don't know… you confuse me, scare me, excite me." Her body was trembling, the questing fingers massaging her breasts, Kiley feeling the way her nipples sprang to life feeling like they would burst if they got any harder or bigger. Is this what it would feel like if a man did this to me?

Cynthia's hands engulfed Kiley's breasts, feeling the hard nipples beneath her palms. She massaged them, feeling Kiley push her ass back into her. Cynthia found the two hard nipples and pinched them until she got a response from Kiley.

"OOOHH, too harddddd…" Kiley arched her back and pushed her breasts into the hands even as her nipples ached from the sharp bite of the pinching fingers.

Cynthia gave them one savage twist before she released them, turning Kiley around to face her. She looked down, twin nipples so obvious as they pushed out the silk blouse. She might cry out in pain, but her nipples were begging for the harsh treatment.

Kiley was facing her, afraid that she would kiss her, or maybe hoping that she would. She'd never felt her breasts and nipples feel so sensitive, a combination of pain and pleasure racing through them. It was as though she didn't care which it was, pain or pleasure, only wanting the touch of hands on her. Kiley couldn't believe that she'd submissively stood against the wall as Cynthia felt her breasts, but Cynthia was right. Kiley liked being forced to submit, even if it was by a woman.

"Sit down, and I'll fix us a glass of wine. You look like you can use it, Kiley." She walked away, sure that Kiley was disappointed that things didn't go further. When she came back, Kiley was sitting on the couch, but her face was flushed and her nipples were still hard.

Her short skirt rode high on her legs, but she made no attempt to pull it down. Her blouse was wrinkled where Cynthia's hands had their way with her breasts. Kiley took the glass of wine in her trembling hands.

"I'm confused," the only thing Kiley could say, taking a sip of wine until her lips were no longer parched and she could talk.

"That's understandable, but what are you confused about?"

"What just happened? And why did it stop, did I do something wrong?" Kiley felt guilty.

"You did nothing wrong. In fact, you did everything right."

"Why did you stop?" Kiley wanted more of this demanding woman, though she couldn't understand why. It wasn't that she was drawn to a woman as a lover; the thought had never crossed her mind until now. She was drawn to something else, something that she had a hard time putting her finger on. The surrender to someone was powerful and demanding. It was the ultimate submission, doing whatever was demanded of her, no matter what. Could I have made love to her if she demanded me to perform? What would it be like?

"I told you that I would do anything for my husband's happiness."

"Yes, but I am not sure that he would be happy for you to make love to me, unless of course he wants to watch." She shouldn't have said that, it sounded so depraved. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean that. I don't even know your husband."

"My husband's birthday is in two weeks. Each year, it gets increasingly difficult to find a gift that will surprise a man that has everything he wants. My only hope is that I find something that he doesn't know he wants and fulfill that desire."

"What has that got to do with me?" Kiley didn't understand, growing more confused and frustrated.

"You told me about your financial problems. I think I have the ultimate solution, but I don't want you to take offense at it. I think of things very logically. My main purpose is not to fix your financial problem but to satisfy my husband husband's unknown and unfilled desire. Would you like to hear the proposal?"

She had to know, the suspense was killing her. She didn't know how she could be offended, after all, she Cynthia had just felt her up and that didn't offend Kiley. "I like logical thinking also. I know my financial problems are insurmountable, but I am willing to consider any logical and rational solution."

"You are a very beautiful, intelligent young girl. You have one thing that most girls your age do not possess – a lack of sexual experience and your virginity. I propose that I give you to my husband for his birthday to do as he pleases. For your sacrifices, I will pay you the sum of $250,000.00." Cynthia saw the way her eyes opened wide and her mouth dropped. It was pure shock, her lips trembling as she tried to speak. She waited patiently for Kiley's response, not wanting to push it.

"I don't, I'm not sure…" her voice stammered unable to form a whole sentence. It was then that her lawyer skills kicked in. Analyze the situation, select the possible outcomes and then pick the best alternative. It was made more difficult, because it contained a moral issue.

"Take your time; there is no hurry for an answer or a response."

Cynthia could see Kiley's mind begin to work. That is how she'd gotten so far at such a young age. Kiley could out think most people.

"The $250,000.00 is tax free?" There were always the tax implications to take care of first.

"Yes, I have some great accountants that will assure me that it would be, though the details of the transaction would not be disclosed.

I am sure they could come up with some way that it would be a grant or scholarship." So, she was running down the list of problem areas first. Cynthia waited for the more succulent details of the actual acts.

Is she considering me to become her husband's mistress? "This is a one-time deal? I perform once and the deal is complete and the money is paid?"

"If you are thinking that this would require many times submitting to my husband, that is not what I am proposing. I love my husband very much and I have no intention of sharing him permanently or even for an extended time with someone else. No offense, Kiley, but I am much better in bed than you will ever be. The fantasy you will be fulfilling is that my husband having the privilege of taking your virginity."

"Then he will make love to me once and that is it?"

"You're a little naïve, Kiley. Yes, you are a virgin, but you are not worth that much. You will submit to him for twenty-four hours.

During that time, he will do whatever he wants to you. If you balk at any act, the deal is off and no money will be paid for partial success.

It will be all or nothing."

What could he do to me in twenty-four hours? A lot. Many things that Kiley couldn't even fathom. She would be doing this with an older man, twice her age, a stranger that knew she couldn't deny him anything, no matter how degrading or perverted. "Twelve hours."

Cynthia smiled. They were negotiating now. "I presume that you are a virgin everywhere?"

"What do you mean?"

"Have you ever taken a man in your mouth?"

"No," she answered, the act now added to her list that she would have to perform. She knew she would probably have to swallow his cum, not sure if she could do it, but she would have to.

"Have you ever taken a man anally?" Her husband loved to take Cynthia in her ass, sure that Kiley would be forced to avail herself of the act of sodomy.

"NO!" She protested loudly. She never even considered sodomy, usually left to gay men, not consenting couples . Why would a man want to put his cock in such a place when there was a perfectly good pussy that would satisfy his lust?

Cynthia didn't say anything, Kiley getting to know what was expected of her.

She began to fathom what would be required of her. She would be stripped naked in front of a complete stranger, an older man. He would fuck her, taking her virginity, filling her with his cum. He could make her suck his cock back to hardness, or even worse, make her suck him until he came in her mouth and force her to swallow it.

Then there was the matter of her being spread face down on a bed, Cynthia's husband on Kiley's back, his cock pushing into her reluctant anus until he breached her in the unspeakable act of sodomy. She couldn't even imagine what it would feel like to have a big cock shoved up such a tiny hole. Then it dawned on her, what if he did have a big cock, a huge cock that would tear her up. Maybe that was why Cynthia wanted someone else to fuck him. She would have to take that into account. It would be twelve hours of non-stop fucking and sucking until Kiley's body was covered in his sperm. She would be forced into the most degrading and perverted acts with a strange man. The last thing was what made it exciting and arousing . I would be forced to perform these acts. My only choice would be to take the money, after that, I would lose all choice, my body his for the taking.

A powerful man would demand his sexual satisfaction using my body.

His cock would enter me in every virgin hole I had, repeatedly if he desired.

It was as though a big burden was pulled from her shoulders. She would have no student debt, maybe even a little money left over. If she could only survive twelve hours and the thought of what she had done. It was as though her decision was already made, her body relaxing, her mind content. "Deal!"

Cynthia smiled at her success. This would be one birthday present her husband would remember for a long time. She didn't know what she would do next year to top it, but for now, she was content with her surprise. "Very good, Kiley. A wise decision, now for the details.

His birthday is in two weeks, so I thought the Saturday after next from noon until midnight. We have some legal, ethical and moral issues to make sure we are cover. Since this type of arrangement is illegal in the United States and would prove to be an embarrassing situation to my husband if it were to become public, we will complete the agreement outside the United States. We have a large home on one of the islands off the coast of Columbia called the Southern Mauristemo Islands. It is part of Columbia, but it lacks many people and has been neglected by the government. My husband has interests in Columbia, so he has considerable influence with the government officials. This type of arrangement is not against the law in Columbia.

Kiley was glad she had a passport from her one semester abroad, so that would take care of travelling. She never thought of going someplace else, but then again, she really didn't have many preconceived notions regarding this. This was new territory. "Is it safe?" She was astute enough to ask that.

"Columbia is known for its drug trade and drug wars, but the islands have mostly been spared. We usually keep a group of guards at the house, but in order to maintain discretion, we will not have the house staff working that weekend. In fact, you will fly down there with me, no one else. My husband will be in Bahrain. Should something bad come of this, he will have at least ten people that will testify he never left Bahrain the whole weekend, including the Oil Minister. My husband will join us, though I will stay out of the way.

It will be you and him only. I don't want him to be persuaded from indulging with you his strangest fantasies." She used the word strangest, not perverted, not wanting to scare Kiley. She didn't know what he would do to her, but she was sure that many acts would be perverted and Kiley performing them would be degrade Kiley. It would be too late for her to change her mind, for he would take her virginity first. If she refused any of the more lewd acts, she would lose everything, her virginity gone for nothing.

It sounded like an exotic place, and the less people to see or hear her was better. Cynthia and her husband wouldn't take any dangerous chances, so Kiley felt comfortable. "Okay, when would we leave?"

"We have a private jet. We can leave Friday about five o'clock; your classes are over by then. We will take our private helicopter from the airport out to the house so it should be there late Friday night. As I said, the exchange will take place beginning at noon. I will get you the clothes you will wear for him. Only the ones I give you, nothing else."

It sounded so easy and final. It would only be twelve hours and then she would be free of her financial problems. What could be easier? "I will be ready. What about the money?"

"I will make the transfer to a bank account that I will set up in your name at midnight. You can watch it happen and confirm that the money is safely in your account and can transfer it anywhere you would like, but only if you complete your end of the bargain. That means anything for twelve hours. There will be no negotiations, it is all or nothing." Cynthia wanted to make it perfectly clear. After all, a virgin had no idea of what an experienced man might desire from a young girl.

"I trust your honesty and sincerity in this agreement. I will fulfill my end as I trust you will. Do we have anything else to discuss regarding this?"

"No, I think we have completed the negotiations and have a deal, though it will not require signing."

"Good, I would love another glass of wine or two. Maybe you could show me how to obey a little more before we leave today. I do want to please your husband." The words spilled out of her mouth without a thought. Was it the erotic thoughts that were racing through my brain and my body, making me wet that did it? Or did I just want to feel her hands taking advantage of my virgin body?

Kiley got her wish after two glasses of wine. She kneeled on the floor in front of the couch and Cynthia.

"Put your hands behind your back and keep them there, no matter what I do." Her voice was firm and demanding, Kiley's hands instantly behind her back, crossing her wrists as though they were bound. She also arched her back and thrust out her breasts for Cynthia.

For fifteen minutes, Cynthia's hands and fingers caressed, clenched, pinched and twisted Kiley's breasts, all the while, Kiley kneeled submissively, her pussy drenched, her breasts aching, her nipples crying out as they suffered the painful pinching that aroused her body in unknown ways. She moaned, groaned and cried out in pain, but she always pushed her breasts back into the powerful hands that treated them so cruelly. Kiley was lucky that Cynthia volunteered to give her a ride back to the campus, Kiley unsure that she could survive a long MTA ride without cumming. She said goodbye to Cynthia as though they merely had a nice lunch, not consummating Kiley's sexual surrender to her husband for money. She masturbated for four hours that day, cumming five times, her arousal refused to be extinguished so easily; her head filled with images of exotic and lewd acts of depravity with a strange, older man. Kiley couldn't get the image of a big, hard cock and what it would do to her out of her mind.


Chapter 2

Happy Birthday Surprise To say that she was nervous was an understatement. She was terrified as the day drew near. Kiley could barely concentrate on her classes on Friday. Her bags were already packed; all was required of her to take the limousine to the airport and meet Cynthia at the private plane terminal, and they would be off to Columbia.

Cynthia had called yesterday, making small talk, but it was more to make sure that Kiley had not changed her mind than anything else.

Kiley hadn't, even though her fantasies while masturbating had become more lewd and perverted since two weeks ago. Each fantasy made her climax more overpowering than the last, as though the more perverted or degrading the act, the more explosive the orgasm. Kiley surmised that it was only the fantasy that was doing this. She had read that many girls fantasized about being raped by a stranger but none really expected it to happen. It was the thought of the unknown that made it so exciting. The unknown was what drove Kiley to get into the limousine.

Cynthia saw the limousine pull up, glad to see Kiley get out. She looked good, sure that her husband would be just as pleased when he found out she was his gift. "You are ravishing as usual, Kiley. Let's go, the plane is ready." She didn't want Kiley to change her mind.

Once in the air, it would be more difficult.

The slim, sleek jet that they boarded fascinated Kiley. It would hold ten people, but there was only the two of them. She had never been on anything like this; glad it took her mind off of where she was going and what she was going to do.

Once the plane took off, Cynthia broke out the champagne, special for the occasion. They touched glasses in a toast to seal the deal, Kiley had a worried look in her eyes, but she also seemed excited, her legs constantly crossing and uncrossing as though she was squeezing a lover inside her. She was still a virgin, but she no longer had a hymen, Cynthia learned; few girls did by the time they were Kiley's age. Her husband would appreciate the lack of blood but enjoy her gasps as she was filled for the first time by a demanding cock in the tightness of her virgin passage. Cynthia expected him to Kiley hard to make sure she knew she was getting fucked for the first time so she would remember it for the rest of her life.

They made small talk as they drank their champagne, Kiley feeling better as the plane flew over the ocean, the full moon reflected off the smooth water. The jet hummed as it cut through the air, taking Kiley to her destiny. Kiley closed her eyes, but she couldn't drift off, her mind too filled, not even sure she would sleep tonight. She would have time for that after she consummated the deal. She was sure that she would be exhausted after twelve hours of non-stop sex. Cynthia's husband would demand his money's worth.

Even though she didn't sleep, the plane ride was over before she knew it. It was as though everything was rushing now toward the noon hour tomorrow. There was no customs to go through, as soon as they saw Cynthia, they were ushered to the waiting helicopter, alerted before their plane landed. It was another experience for Kiley, her first helicopter ride. It was farther than she expected, taking off over the ocean before there was any sign of land. Even when she saw the islands below, they were just dark blotches, very little light showing anywhere as if the islands were mostly deserted. There were no large cities or towns. Just houses in the middle of nowhere until they came to Cynthia's house, if you could call it that. It was more like a plantation, even in the dark. The landing pad was lit up like the Empire State Building. The helicopter touched down delicately, Cynthia and Kiley debarking. The co-pilot took their bags to the house, but before they could turn around and thank him, the helicopter was lifting off. As soon as it was out of sight, the landing lights turned off as if they knew the helicopter was gone.

"It's huge," the only thing Kiley could say. It was furnished like an island villa, casual furnishings, most hand-made locally from the forest woods.

"It's usually very busy with my staff, but as I mentioned, they were all given the weekend off so we could be alone. There will be no kitchen staff, so I had the refrigerator in your room filled with some of the local delicacies. You should be able to make a good breakfast out of it. I will leave you alone and will see you again at midnight tomorrow night. Your clothes are laid out on the bed for tomorrow."

"Where do I go tomorrow, at noon?" It sounded so ominous when she said it.

"Take that hallway to the end of the hall. You will see the double doors. That is the master bedroom. You can set an alarm clock.

Don't be late: I don't want my husband disappointed. I am waiting to the last moment to tell him, so he will probably be just as surprised as you are when you meet.

Kiley was sure that she would be more surprised when she was finally confronted with him and her task. Nothing could prepare her for this. "Thank you," not sure what she was thanking her for. Was it the opportunity to lose my virginity or the opportunity to make $250,000.00 for twelve hours of perverted sex?

"Good night, enjoy." Cynthia left her, knowing Kiley had no choice now. There was no way out, her husband would be here early in the morning. He had promised to be on time, she hoped for once that he was.



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She dozed off during the night, but each time she woke up, her hand was between her legs, her fingers wet. As much as she was regretting what she would have to do, she was equally aroused. It was the stereotypical good-girl syndrome. She would never do such things, but she couldn't help herself, she was forced to do them. She couldn't help if she got excited. She ate very little, not wanting anything in her stomach. She took out the clothes, looking at the clothes laid out for her. She should have been expecting as much. It was a plaid dress with straps that held it up, the dress stopping below her breasts. There was a white, silk, button-down blouse to wear beneath it. A pair of thigh high white socks went with it, stopping just over her knees. The bra was a white, lacey thing, the panties nothing more than a patch that would cover her pussy. As if only being eighteen weren't young enough, this would make her look younger. She did as she was told, putting them on. She gazed into the mirror, not believing how good she looked.

The dress might make her look younger, but nothing could hide her luscious breasts or her pert ass. Her body was that of a woman's, no matter what the clothes said.

She walked nervously around the room as she gazed at the clock.

Eleven-thirty, eleven forty-five, the minutes ticked by slowly. Eleven fifty-five, the time was now. She put everything away, looking at her reflection one last time. This would be the last time she would see a virgin in the mirror. It was also the last time she would be financially broke. Both images would be gone forever.

She closed her door behind her, staring down the dark hallway, the house silent accept for the occasional animal outside. It was spooky.

She could see a light coming from beneath the door at the end of the hallway. He had arrived, surely he was waiting for her. She took a deep breath and walked down the hallway. She was hallway there when she saw something out of the corner of her eye. It was a flash, and then suddenly she felt someone behind her. A hand went around her upper chest; another hand covered her mouth before she could react. He was big, overpowering her with ease. She could see a tattoo on the arm across her chest, a half-naked woman dancing as his muscles rippled. The hand over her mouth was suffocating her, a smell of dirt and gasoline on them. The hand across her chest was gripping one of her breasts, but he seemed more interested in controlling her then molesting her. His hand swung down to her waist and pushed her to the door at the end of the hall. Suddenly, she felt some relief. Cynthia's husband would be there and save her. The monster manhandled her with ease, pushing her hard against the door until she couldn't move, so he could turn the handle. The door swung open, Kiley expecting her hero to rescue her. Instead, she found more despair. Sitting on a wooden chair facing the bed was Cynthia. She had a gag in her mouth, her arms in handcuffs, but each one had a separate one, one ring on the chair, the other over her upper arm. She could swing her arms wildly, but not very far and she was doing this frantically when she saw Kiley.

Cynthia was also naked, completely naked, a ripped pile of fabric on the floor next to her. Her large breasts were heaving up and down as she sucked in air through her nose and tried to fill her lungs. It was funny, but Kiley was inspecting her body, looking at her large brown areolas, with red nipples pushing out from the center. They looked like they had been abused, but they were still hard and pointed, just like Kiley's when Cynthia had manhandled them. Her ankles were tied to each front chair leg, her legs parted, but Cynthia struggled to close them, but nothing could hide the neatly trimmed brown bush and the puffy lips of her pussy pushed aside to reveal the first sight of pink, inner lips. Finally, her gaze went back to her face, seeing the pitiful look in her eyes as if pleading with Kiley to forgive her for what she gotten them into. There was no sign of her husband around.

What had the monster done with him? Was he dead and that was their fate now, but first he would rape them?

"Now this is my lucky day, two lovely cunts. Now, I have to decide which one goes first. I like Cynthia, but this one is so young and sweet. I just gotta make her squeal." He had a cruel laugh. He pulled out his gun, a small-caliber pistol, not too big to get in the way, but it would still make a nice hole in any body. "I'm going to take my hand off your mouth. I don't want to hear a sound out of you unless you are answering me. Unless you would like to see Cynthia with blood rushing out of a hole in her head. I'll make you lick it up until she is dead. Nod if you understand."

It was hard to nod, the monster's hand crushing her mouth, but she managed to do it. She was scared out of her wits. It was bad enough what she was facing before, now she was confronted with a rapist that would take his pleasure from the both of them. She would be forced, but this one was real, the danger imminent. She worried about Cynthia's husband not being around and what this monster was capable of doing. Did he come with rape on his mind, theft or murder?

"Good girl, what's your name, little girl?" She was dressed like a teen slut waiting to get fucked.

"Kiley," her voice trembling as she said it. He released her, Kiley backing away from him, but she stopped when she saw the gun pointed at her head. It was so small but deadly.

"I thought I would only find Cynthia here, but look what else I got.

You and I are going to have some fun. Cynthia gets to watch until it's her turn. Is that okay with you, Kiley?"

She looked at him. The first thing she saw was the ski mask that covered his face. A pair of steely, black eyes stared at her, his nose revealed along with his mouth, a crooked smirk on his face. He was dressed in dirty jeans that clung to his body, Kiley unable to draw her eyes from the monstrous bulge in his pants. He must be huge; he'd kill her with such a weapon. He was wearing a black tee shirt that was skin tight, his muscles rippling beneath it. His arms were bare, at least three tattoo's on them, all of them sexist, half-naked woman in compromising poses. His hands were huge and powerful, his fingernails dirty. This man worked in hard labor. He had to be over six feet tall, mid-two hundred pounds, all muscle and no fat. Kiley didn't have a chance. "Please don't hurt me," she begged.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Kiley. I'm going to introduce you to my cock. He's hard and demanding when he wants his way, and you are making him hard and horny."

"Please, I'm a virgin. I've never done anything before." She wished she could explain that if he fucked her, she would be out $250,000.00, but she was sure that he wouldn't believe her and that was the least of her worries. She had to worry about getting out unhurt and alive.

"Don't worry. I'll teach you everything you need to know. Damn, haven't had a virgin since I was thirteen. We're going to be good friends, Kiley, so you can call me Michael." He reached down, one hand caressing Cynthia's right breast and pinching her nipple, the other hand holding her head up to stare at him. "Once I teach little Kiley to fuck, I'll come back and get you. I'm sure that I can teach you a few things that your husband never made you do. You'll perform like a two-dollar whore if you want to survive." He kissed the top of her head, his attention turning back to Kiley. "On the bed.

I want to strip those schoolgirl clothes from you slowly." He couldn't wait for her, too excited. He picked her up and threw her on the bed.

It was as though she weighed nothing, picking her up and throwing her onto the bed. Before she had stopped bouncing, he was on her, his hand grabbing both of her ankles and pulling her legs apart until they were spread lewdly. He got on the bed, his hand sliding up between her legs, pushing her short skirt out of the way, feeling his powerful fingers slide over her panty-covered pussy. He climbed up her body, her legs unable to close any longer, his heavy body lying on top of her. She turned her head to the side when his mask-covered face came close, feeling his hot, wet lips nuzzling her neck, but she feared the throbbing cock that pushed against her defenseless mound more.

He pushed her arms up over her head.

"Don't move your arms Kiley, or I will have to punish you," his voice gruff in his warning.

It was hard to not push him off, wanting to fight him, his hands sliding down until they crushed one of her breasts. Her fists clenched as his harsh hand released her breast, but his fingers were already working the strings that pulled the two sides of the jumper together.

He was beginning to strip her, Kiley's eyes pleading at Cynthia, but there was nothing the naked, bound woman could do to save her.

Michael pushed the jumper open and down, his hands returning to her young breasts thrust out so brazenly. He could see the panic in her eyes when he opened the buttons with such dexterity. His hands grew eager as her bra was revealed; he shoved the white blouse down hastily.

She fought not to move her hands when she could feel his hot breath blowing on her half-naked chest. Her bra was revealed, his hands eager. He didn't even bother taking off her bra. Instead, he just pulled it down until both of her breasts were bared to him. His mouth engulfed one of her breasts, his hot, wet lips encircling one of her nipples, Kiley fighting to keep it from growing aroused. His lips sealed her nipple, suctioning with his mouth until she felt her nipple stretch into his mouth. Her fingers dug into the sheet as she tried to endure what he was doing to her. His mouth left one breast, the spit cooling in the air as his mouth sucked and licked her other nipple to shameful hardness.

"NNNO," she tried to cry out when he moved up her body, his mouth seeking her lips. She tried to turn her head away, but he held her submissive. His lips kissed her as a lover would do. Luckily for Kiley, it was brief, his mouth returning to her nipples, this time his fingers pinching the twin peaks then his mouth would suck on the hardening tips. His fingers became more insistent, his large hands easily engulfing each of her breasts, her nipples pinched and tormented by his fingers. She couldn't watch him, turning her head away as he squeezed her breasts together, his unfamiliar hands caressing her as a lover would do. She bit her lips to quell the moan in her throat when she felt wet fingers touching her nipples, sending them hard and wanting. What little pleasure she felt was gone when he flicked each of her nipples with the hard thud of his fingernails.

The pain shot deep into her breasts.

Michael was enjoying this, Kiley laying there submissively while he had his way with her virgin body, Cynthia waiting for his attentions when he had taken all he could from this young virgin. He knew that she would soon fight as she neared closer to losing her virginity, but he had rope ready to tie her up. He went about stripping her to the waist, pulling the jumper down lower, so he could pull the blouse open, this time ripping the buttons off in his eagerness.

One minute, his hands were caressing her breasts, the next, he was at the foot of the bed, grabbing her ankles and flipping her over onto her belly like she was a sack of potatoes. She struggled as he spread her legs again; her jumper up over her ass as he sat between her obscenely spread legs. He slapped her naked thigh when she tried to move.

"Hold still, Kiley." He grabbed the zipper at the back of her jumper and yanked it down. He pulled it to the sides as his hands rubbed her back down to her waist. "Relax and don't fight me."

She felt him grab her arm, pulling the strap of the jumper off of it, Kiley knowing she would soon be stripped of the garment. She struggled to stay still as he pulled the other strap down. He pulled her blouse up her back until she felt his hands on her naked skin. He made short work of her bra, unsnapping it with an uncanny knack.

The next second, she was thrown on her back, this time, he was ready for her, pushing her arms back up over her head as she was bared to the waist. The blouse and bra were next to be stripped from her, but not before his hands ran over her breasts and belly, touching and fondling her at will. She hated that her breasts were so big and he could squeeze them until the blood was compressed into the tips. He finally released them, but her blouse and bra were stripped from her in seconds.

He yanked the jumper down her legs before she could fathom what he was doing, Kiley naked except for the skimpiest of panties that covered her mound. He knew he was about out of time; the young virgin would soon revolt and try to save her virginity. He moved up the bed again, this time a roll of tape in his hand. "Hold still," he warned her as he placed the metallic tape across her silky lips. He was gentle, yet firm, pushing on the tape until her lips were sealed.

He kissed her tape-covered lips.

She felt her mouth taped shut, afraid of why he wanted to keep her quiet. He moved lower down her almost-naked body, panic and anger in her eyes as soon as she felt her panties pulled down off her legs.

She was naked before this stranger and he intended to take her virginity. She could no longer lie there as he had his way with her.

She reached down to push him away, but his head was moving between her legs, his hands grabbing her wrists and pulling them down. She struggled violently when she felt his mouth on her stomach and moved down until he nibbled at her neatly trimmed bush.

She tried to kick him but only succeeding in making her position worse, her legs almost over his shoulders and spread wide as his mouth found her pussy lips and began to kiss her obscenely between her legs.

"MMM," she cried through her gag as she fought him, his tongue touching her in a place that no tongue should touch. She arched her back and tried to push him off but only made it worse as it look like she was trying to hump his mouth.

"EEEEHH!" Kiley cried out from the shock of being thrust over onto her belly so easily. Even though she was on her belly, he never released her arms, pulling them up between her legs from behind. She thought she had gotten loose, feeling him release one arm, but he was back, this time feeling rope rubbed on her back. She didn't even know where it came from. She cried out in pain when he put a knee on her back and pressed her little body into the bed with his sheer weight.

She was already growing tired as she struggled, one of his knees pushing into her back as he pulled her arm behind her. He folded it across her lower back, before grabbing her other and securing them together with only one of his large hands. Her face was pushed into the mattress, pinned to the bed. She felt some relief when he took his knee off of her back, but one hand slapped her ass until it stung.

"Don't move, or there'll be more like that. I would enjoy spanking that lovely ass until it was beet red." She felt him hold her hands, but not tight, as he reached for something. She could try to escape, but he was too powerful, and she could still feel the hot skin of her buttocks where he had already struck her. This time, he pinned her arms beneath his body as he sat on her again, Kiley trapped as he readied the rope. She looked up at him, terror filling her eyes when she saw the knife in his hands. She felt him slide the blade across her shoulders and down her back, feeling the sharp tip prick her skin when he pushed too hard. She cried out, but she kept her body still, afraid that he would stab her.

He reached behind him and slapped her ass again, feeling her jerk and cry out in pain. He lay on top of her prone, naked body, laying the knife next to her face so she could see it. "Don't you dare move; I would hate to cut up that lovely body."

She froze, even when he released her hands. She kept them behind her as if they were already bound, staring at the knife inches from her face. She never thought of the things he could do to her, cruel things like cutting her face up until she was ugly. She felt him slide down below her buttocks, feeling so naked now, Michael staring at her naked butt, her only saving grace is that his legs were on both sides of hers, keeping them pinned together so tightly.

"EEEH! Eeeh!" She felt a shiver run through her body when Michael put the rope around her wrists, tying it tight. He doubled and tripled the rope before he tied the knots. She would never be able to escape from it. It was a feeling of helplessness that ran through her body. She was bound, gagged and naked before a man that was intent on taking her virginity, Kiley expecting it to be brutal. He wasted no time, his hands sliding down over her buttocks, Kiley clenching her cheeks in defense, but his hand was already slapping hard onto one bare buttock as she cried out in pain. She relaxed her muscles through the pain that tingled in her cheek, his hands returning, strong fingers digging into her buttocks, forcing her cheeks apart until Kiley knew he could see all she had on display. "NNNNOO," her cry muffled behind the gag. She felt his hands on her hips, raising her up off of the bed. His fingers kept her cheeks spread as she felt his mouth and tongue slide between her cheeks.

She could feel his tongue running up and down her slit, touching her pussy from behind, but also a perverted touch of his tongue on her anus, Kiley crying out in shock. She tightened her cheeks once again to prevent him from doing such degrading things to her. Another sharp bite of his hand on her other cheek set her muscles to relax.

Kiley was quickly learning the consequences of fighting him. She felt the tongue squirm up between her cheeks again, touching and licking such private places that no man had ever touched before. Now, he was licking them, his eyes only inches away, Kiley humiliated as she was probed by the tongue.

Michael was enjoying himself; the young girl's frantic movements only letting his tongue find her unprotected. He gobbled up the wet juices that flowed from her pussy. She might be protesting what he was doing, but she couldn't stop her pussy from growing wetter as he ate her so expertly. He pulled his mouth away, his fingers pushing between her cheeks. He pressed her open, pulling her apart until not only was her pussy exposed, but the dark little hole of her ass was clenching and unclenching in erotic spasms. His fingers reached deep between her clenched legs to pull her pussy open, his tongue snaking out and attacking her virgin flesh.

Kiley felt him peeling apart her buttocks, each time her muscles tried to defend herself, she was rewarded with a sharp slap to her buttocks, the skin turning hot and sore the minute his brutal hand slapped her. She fought her own muscles, releasing them for his fingers to pull her cheeks apart. She felt his fingers dig between them, pulling her pussy lips far apart from behind until the lips were aching from being stretched too far. She arched her body up and down to escape, but his fingers never lost their grip. The fingers slid up higher, Kiley feeling the shame as they touched the edge of her anus, Kiley humiliated at what she felt. She never expected it to be so erogenous, but it made her pussy wet in spite of everything. He released her cheeks, but his hands slid down to her ankles and spread her legs wide. His hands moved back up to her pussy and anus, the wide spread of her legs leaving her more vulnerable. She could feel his eyes burning on her sex, his hot breath blowing on her, his face only inches from her most intimate parts.

With her legs spread, he was able to peel her lips back farther, her wet, pink inner lips showing her unintended arousal. She kicked her legs, trying to turn on her side to get away from him, but he held her tight. Michael's mouth sought out her slit, kissing the wet hole before running his tongue up her crack and over the excited knot of her anus, feeling the pucker clench from his wet tongue. Only when his finger ran over the wrinkled, brown hole did she buck enough so he could easily roll her over onto her back. She groaned as her weight was forced onto her bound hands.

It hurt when she was forced onto her back, her arms pinned behind her painfully, but Michael took advantage of her, spreading her legs and getting between them before she could stop him. He was half laying on top of her, his hands running over her naked breasts, his face lowered until she felt his wet, harsh lips sucking her nipple into his mouth, the powerful suction drawing it out so far that it hurt. He went from one nipple to the other, both of them hard and filled with blood. He kissed her on her taped lips, holding her head still as he had his way with her, his crotch rubbing against her soft pussy, his pants rough, his cock hard beneath them. His mouth ran over her face and neck, leaving wet spots wherever his lips had sought, kissing her as a lover would do. Then he attacked her breasts again, Kiley jerking wildly when his mouth slid over her naked belly, his hands holding her hips as his lips sought out her naked and vulnerable pussy.

"EEEEHH," her cries muffled, not sure what she was feeling or trying to day. It wasn't pain, but she hated that his tongue was between her pussy lips and licking her so intimately, in spite of the pleasure that refused to go away.

Each time she bucked up against his mouth, it only drove his tongue deeper into her drenched slit. His hands spread her legs wider, Kiley bucking but only leaving her more vulnerable each time, his tongue never leaving her sex. She feared that he would make her cum and humiliate her in front of Cynthia. Not even when his teeth nibbled painfully on her pussy lips could quench the pleasure; in fact Kiley felt a greater arousal from the sharp bite of pain. She wasn't sure if she was glad or disappointed when his tongue deserted her pussy, sliding back up on the bed, her legs forced open wider as he slid between her reluctant thighs. He grabbed her by the back of her head, forcing her to sit upright, but her legs were forced to spread wider as he pulled her onto his body. Then, he pushed her back down, but her legs were bowed out to the side, spread wide and bent, his rough pants and his huge erection rubbed painfully against her soft slit. He yanked her up by her ankles, bending her in half, her legs almost over her head. She panicked, kicking with her legs, but he was too powerful, swinging her around until she was on her belly again, the lower part of her naked body on his lap.

She tried to get away, but on her belly with his hands holding her legs, she was ineffective. He pulled her more onto his lap. He grabbed the rope again, this time securing her ankles as she flopped on his lap like a fish out of water.

Kiley was breathing heavily, tired from fighting, but she felt the rope around her ankles, almost grateful that he wouldn't be able to spread her legs if they were bound together. He took his time until the rope cut into her skin painfully tight. She groaned and moaned; but could do little to stop him, her arms and legs now bound. She was naked and unable to move, lying on his lap like an errant schoolgirl ready to be spanked. Yet at the same time, she was immobilized, something that his hands took advantage of. With one hand holding her bound wrists, his other hand began to explore her naked flesh.

"SSSPLLLAT!" He struck her ass hard, his hand returning, his fingers digging into the flesh of her buttocks, her ass arching up to escape him, but she had no place to go. Another slap, the skin turned red, a groan from her gagged mouth, her ass rose up.

He was spanking her and it hurt, the skin burning where his hand had landed. His fingers dug into her buttocks cruelly, feeling like claws as they pinched her skin. Each time she tried to squirm away, he pulled her back, another spank on her ass. She bucked up when she felt his fingers pulling her cheeks apart, thinking she was safe when he bound her ankles, but his fingers peeled her buttocks apart, Kiley knowing how exposed she was. She tried to clench her buttocks to prevent him, but another blow and she relaxed her cheeks. Her ass was burning up, not sure how long she could stand the painful spanking. "EEMMM," she cried out, his hand returning to between her clenched thighs, feeling his finger run over her anus. She clenched her cheeks tight, but then she felt his finger return, this time cold and wet, pushing between her cheeks until it touched her exposed anus. Her head shot up in the air, her body twisting, but she couldn't escape the finger that followed her every movement. She felt her muscles try to keep it out, but she found her anus swiftly impaled on his wet finger, pushing in such an unlikely place. It felt strange and unnatural for something to be pushed into that hole, but his finger began to push in and out as if it were her pussy. "EEEMM, EEEEHHH!" She cried in indignation, but she couldn't keep the finger from penetrating her repeatedly.

He pulled her cheeks apart so he could watch her degradation, his finger pushing the dark hole in until her muscles relented and sucked his finger into the tight, hot depths of her ass hole. Each time she bucked, she only drove his finger deeper into her ass hole. She was quite an erotic sight to behold, her ass bucking up and down, her cheeks clenching and relaxing all the while he fingered that tight little ass hole.

At least his finger was gone from her butt, but she could still feel it digging inside her like a snake. He began to spank her again, slapping both of her cheeks with regularity as she squirmed painfully on his lap. She was thankful when he stopped again, but his fingers returned to peel her cheeks apart until her pussy was exposed, powerful fingers yanking her pussy lips apart until it felt like he was trying to tear her open. "MMMGG, MMHHH," she cried as she felt his fingers touch her as no man had before. They rubbed her pussy, teasing the unexpected juices from her as if she were welcoming the touch.

"EEEWWW!" Her head shot up in the air, bucking her ass up, but that was a mistake. Suddenly she felt a finger enter her pussy. She tried to move away from it, but it was too late, the finger driving into her virgin hole. The finger felt so large, what would his cock feel like. Would he kill me with that bulge in his pants?

She was definitely a virgin, though she had no hymen. He had to force his way into the tight hole, in spite of it only being one finger.

As he pushed in, her muscles gripped his finger so tight that he had a hard time going deeper. It was only because she was wet that he succeeded. He fingered her three or four times, pulling out, but keeping her pussy open. He began to spank her again, but it was not her buttocks that received the punishment.

"NNNGG, NNOOGG," the sounds spilled of her gagged mouth.

He spanked her again, but his hand struck close to her pussy, she could feel the wind from the blow on her heated sex, the sting so close that it made her wetter. He must have spanked her ten times before she felt his face pressed between her legs and his tongue lashing out at her pussy and anus. He pulled his face away, but only so he could spank her again as she grunted and squirmed, his face back, this time his teeth nibbling between her cheeks. She tried to squirm away, unable to take it any longer.

She was powerless to stop him, Michael pulling her back onto his lap, his finger slipping into her wet pussy as she struggled, his other hand grabbing one of her naked breasts as his fingers assaulted it. She bounced up and down, but it only made him dig deeper with his finger into her virgin hole.

His hand was on her back keeping her pinned to him, but the other hand now forced its way between her clenched thighs, two fingers entering her this time, feeling like they were bending and stretching her too wide. Her buttocks clenched and bucked, but it did was make it easier for him to finger her, but she couldn't just submit. The spanking started again, grateful his fingers were not inside her, but the blows were more powerful and frequent, gripping her flesh when he pulled his hand away, then the punishing blow returned to find new flesh to turn red. She couldn't take much more of this, her buttocks ablaze in pain, the flesh heated and sore. She relaxed her buttocks, submitting to him.

He saw her surrender, his fingers already sticky with her juices.

His fingers slid up and down her slit, rubbing her intimately, but he didn't stop with her pussy, his fingers sliding up over her anus, feeling the spasms in the tight hole each time he touched her there. When his fingers were wet, he entered her again, first her ass hole was breached, feeling the muscles react as his finger plunged in and out, opening her up. Her muffled cries only made him harder and more determined, two other fingers finding her pussy until both holes were penetrated and fingered. Her cries grew louder, but his fingers grew wetter. He pulled her lips wider apart, three fingers stretching her open, her insides gripping them so tightly. When she fought him, his fingers pulled lose, but only so he could pummel her body again with his spanks. He would spank her, finger her, then rub her shameful, wet juices up and down her slit.

She didn't know what was happening. Her body was confused, one minute enjoying the feeling of his fingers taking her, touching her in places that no man had ever touched. Other times, she was subject to painful spanking, but the lingering pain turned to pleasure as soon as it stopped. He took her from one plateau to another, Kiley confused and whimpering. Then his spanking took a new turn. As soon as he finished rubbing her wet pussy, he began to spank her, not her buttocks, but between her legs. He spanked her pussy from behind, the shock hitting her as they beat her puffy lips; then spanked hard on the soft inner lips until they stung. He used one hand to pull her pussy out and expose it, the other hand to slap at the delicate flesh. It was soft at first, but she could sense his excitement, slapping harder, shamed at the sound of his hand hitting her wet flesh. She felt his tongue return to bathe her spanked sex, but then he hit her sex harder, two, three, four times, feeling her lips swelling up. "MMHHH!" She cried out again when her anus was penetrated again, not understanding why he did such a thing, just as much confused as to why it didn't hurt, just an uncomfortable and humiliating feeling in her bowels.

He never thought he could enjoy spanking a woman as much as he was now. Not her buttocks, but her pussy, attacking it until the pink flesh grew swollen, yet Kiley continued to get wetter, even though she grunted and tried to escape. He went from fingering her pussy and ass hole, then his hand slapped her slit, four and five times before he found a new spot, her anus not excused from the punishing blows.

Even when he stopped spanking her sex, her buttocks clenched and unclenched erotically, the spasms in her anus making the tiny, brown hole pucker up.

He finally stopped spanking her, but Kiley wasn't sure if that was good or not. He began to untie her hands until they were free. He held her arms behind her, though not tightly. Kiley could escape it she wanted to, but what could she do? He began to spank her again, then his mouth licked up and down her slit, the tongue feeling like a probe as it tried to enter her clenched anus. Even as he licked her intimately, she didn't use her hands to push him away, lying naked on his lap as he had his way with her. His mouth pulled away, but she knew more spanking was to come, followed by the thick fingers that found both of her holes open and exposed, penetrating her as she bucked uselessly beneath the probing. They dug in deeper as she grunted, but a slap on her sex forced her to hold still. Then she felt her body being picked up and tossed onto the bed on her back, his hands holding her ankles and turning her over until she was on her belly. Was he going to fuck me now? She feared why she was on her belly and not her back. He grabbed her free arms and pulled them behind her, one powerful hand able to control them. He yanked the tape off of her mouth, Kiley gasping in pain, feeling like it pulled the skin with it. "Please, let me go, please," she begged, his body sliding onto hers.

He flipped her over onto her back, pulling her down on the bed, grabbing her hands and placed them under his body as he straddled her hips, trapping them beneath him.

She was pinned to the bed, her hands underneath his large body, unable to move them. "What are you doing?" She saw him grab the tape again. "Let me go; I won't tell on you, I promise," she begged.

Her upper body shook trying to escape, but it only made her naked breasts bounce sensuously. He had another piece of tape in his hand as his body lay on top of hers, crushing her. She tried to move her face away, but it took him only a minute before her mouth was taped shut once again, Kiley swallowing the spit that filled her mouth. Once her lips were sealed, he began to kiss her again, starting with the gag, then exploring her face and neck with light, passionate kisses. This from a man that only seconds before had spanked her pussy.

He pulled her hands out from beneath him, yanking them until he felt the fight go from her arms. Then he pulled her up the bed until he could stretch them out to the headboard. He grabbed the rope, pinning one of her flailing arms beneath his leg as he began to tie the rope around the other.

"NNO, NNGG," shaking her head in defiance, whimpering when he began to tie the rope around her wrists. There was panic in her muffled cries when he pulled her arm high up to the headboard, Kiley looking over her shoulder to see him thread the rope through the headboard and tie it into a knot. It took only seconds before one arm was high over her head, stretched out to the side. Before he did the other one, he kissed her again, as if asking forgiveness for tying her up. He yanked her other arm free of his leg, pulling it up the headboard and holding it there as his mouth licked her face, then attacked her naked breasts. With her arms high up, it forced her back to arch, thrusting her breasts up as if she were offering them up to his mouth. He licked and suckled her nipples while she squirmed on the bed. She could do little as he tied her other wrist with the rope, sliding higher up on her body, his hips straddling her breasts. She was only inches from the bulge in his pants and that was what she feared.

He pulled away from her, but she was trapped, her arms stretched high over her head and bound. He slid down her body, his mouth and tongue leaving a wet trail from her breasts all the way down her legs.

His hands held her when she tried to move away. She bucked more violently when his head went between her legs. "MMM, MMMGG,"

she moaned as his tongue found her slit and began to lick her intimately. She bucked up and down, but it only drove her pussy deeper onto his tongue.

Michael sat up, his hand exploring the lovely naked body tied for his pleasure. His fingers ran up her slit to her breasts, squeezing them before moving back down, her body squirming erotically beneath his wandering hands.

She felt him get off the bed, feeling some relief, but then he grabbed both of her ankles and pulled them to the foot of the bed until her body was stretched taut, the ropes binding her wrists, preventing her from moving. He untied her ankles, but he had done the same thing with her gag, only to put it back on. She tried to kick at him, but he spread her legs until she was opened up to his gaze.

Michael's cock grew bigger and harder when he saw her naked, bound body spread in a big X. He put his knee on one leg so he could grab the rope. She struggled and tried to pull her legs free, but he tied her ankle with the rope in seconds. He grabbed the end of the rope and got off of the bed, securing it to the leg of the bed until her leg was pulled over the edge.

Even though she could have closed her other leg, she didn't, not sure why. Michael was on the floor, Kiley unable to see him, but she knew he would be back to secure her other leg. He would have her legs spread wide, too wide. He was going to fuck her and there was nothing she could do about it. Her virginity was close to being gone forever. She never expected it to be like this, tied and spread so a strange man could put his cock inside her until her tight, virgin hole gave him the pleasure he wanted and filled her with his cum.

Michael admired the view between her legs as he went to the other side of the bed. Her leg was relaxed as he tied her ankle. He pulled her leg open wider as he kneeled down to tie it to the other leg of the bed.

When he began to climb on the bed between her bound, spread legs, she began to panic, the headboard clanking hard against the wall as she tried to escape the stringent bondage he had her in. He lay down between her legs, free to explore her without her being able to escape anything he wanted to do to her.

He was staring up between her legs, Kiley humiliated, his face only a foot away from her sex, but his hand was already moving toward her pussy. Her legs tried to shut, but the ropes held her tight. A finger touched her pussy, lightly running up and down her slit, the thick finger pushing apart her lips to arouse the wet, inner flesh of her pussy. It moved down to her hole, she expected it to enter her, but it pulled away, and she saw the evil grin on his face as he wet his finger.

She tried to buck away when the finger returned, but it did no good, she could only move up and down, no escaping the finger that was ready to penetrate her. His fingers began to open her pussy, hearing her pitiful cries and seeing her useless jerking about. His thumb stroked her slit up and down, his other finger pushing one of her lips open. She bucked but she could not escape his masturbating hand.

The next time she tried to jerk away, he slapped her pussy, hard this time, her body frozen, Michael taking the advantage and fingering her. He felt her hot, tight insides cling to his finger, his other hand moving up her slit until he found her clit. He pushed his thumb hard on it, jamming it into her pubic bone until it couldn't escape, the moving it from side to side. His other finger began to fuck her pussy, hard and deep.

He was rubbing her clit, Kiley unable to escape the pleasure that raced through her body each time she touched it. This was different, but the result was the same. It excited her, spread and being masturbated by a strange man. "AAGGG," her body jerked up when his fingers left her pussy then without any preliminaries, entered her anus. All the while another finger kept rubbing her clit as she squirmed beneath the probing finger that was driving deeper into her guts. It pulled out of her anus, feeling the tight ring stay open before it finally closed, his thumb rubbing all the way from her clit back down to her pussy. With his thumb in her pussy, his other four fingers began to slap her pussy, her clit not escaping the sharp bite of his fingertips. She squirmed as his fingers opened up her pussy, four fingers yanking her lips open wide in opposite directions.

If she even tried to clench her thighs shut, he would slap her inner thighs until she bowed them out wider. His fingers continued to explore her almost clinically, except when they went inside her, stretching her, teasing her for something that would enter her that would be bigger and harder. She began to hate what he was doing to her, his finger would find her clit and rub it until she succumbed. She never had a man inspect her so close up or fingers fondle her so intimately. She felt his two thumbs go to her pussy, both of them pushing inside, groaning as they spread her too wide. They began to push in and out, feeling like a baseball bat was opening her up, her body jumping each time they stretched her painfully. The fingers pulled out, but she saw his hooded face move between her legs. She was unable to stop him, but she still tried to shake her hips to escape.

She hated his tongue, not that it hurt her, but she was afraid that it would pleasure her too much. It ran in and out of her slit, but then he pulled back, his hand returning, this time to spank her pussy. It was so degrading and obscene, spanking a woman in a place that should be made love to tenderly. Each time he struck her, she cried out, her hips rising up, but as soon as her ass was back on the bed, he was striking her again. Ten times he spanked her pussy, the last time his fingers grabbing one of her nipples and yanking it until it stretched out, then twisted it until he got a muffled cry from her lips.

He went back to kissing her pussy lips, then fingering her clit until she squirmed helplessly on the bed. He moved up to her tits, licking and sucking her nipples as she struggled beneath him.

All of a sudden, he stopped; his face only inches from her, kissing her taped lips. She felt the tape torn from her lips, painful, but grateful that she could breathe through her mouth again. "Pleeasee,"

she begged, though not sure what she was pleading for.

He slapped her lips lightly. "SSSSHH!" He grabbed the back of her hair, forcing her head up into the air. He began to kiss her, his tongue slipping into her mouth.

He was kissing her like a lover, but all she felt was the way she was bound and spread and the heat of his clothed body lying on top of her.

She could feel his cock and it had grown. His lips and tongue were all over her face, leaving it covered in a layer of his spit. He yanked her head up by her hair. "OOOWWWW!"

Michael got off of her, but kneeled next to her head. He began to take off his pants, sliding them down, his shorts next. He stood up and took them off, kneeling down next to her face. She had turned her head away not to look, but he yanked her by her hair until she was face to face with his cock.

It was growing worse. She expected him to fuck her, but now, he was taking his cock out, and doing it next to her head. That could only mean one thing. He wanted to put it in her mouth. She turned away before she saw it, but Michael would have none of that, forcing her to confront the naked cock that bounced inches from her mouth. It was huge, though she didn't have much to compare it to. It had to be seven or eight inches long, big as much as she knew. The head was bulbous, a dark red, almost purple, a thick ridge running around it almost making it look like a hat. The head was smooth, but the shaft was ringed with blue veins pulsating with blood and the skin looked rough with ridges and nodules on it. Beneath his cock hung his balls, wiry black hair covering them, but she could make out something heavy inside the sack that dangled between his legs. Now she knew that was where his cum was now. It would be her pussy that would draw it out. His fingers reached out for her mouth, two fingers slipping inside and the other hand holding his cock. "Nnnno," she tried to protest, but while not trying to antagonize him.

He turned her head toward his cock.

"What do you want me to do with that?"

"Suck it, Kiley."

"Will you let me go it I do?" She was always trying to bargain, hoping that if she sucked him she might preserve the virginity of her pussy at least.

"No," rubbing the head of his cock on her tightly clenched lips.

She tried to push her mouth away, but he leaned over her, laying his cock on her face. It felt so hot, like it would scald her skin. She couldn't move away, the cock rubbing over her silky skin. It was degrading as he hefted up his huge ball sack and pushed it onto her face, covering her mouth. She clenched her mouth closed, though it made it hard to breathe. When he pulled it off, she cried out her protest again. "No."

He held her face as he rubbed his cock on her skin, leaving a trail of slick juices where the head had leaked on her. He rose up and almost sat on her face, covering her mouth and nose with his balls, his cock rubbing on her forehead. She squirmed beneath him, but she couldn't escape. He pulled off of her, rubbing his cock on her lip. "Suck it."

She shook her head no, but before she could finish, his cock and ball suffocated her. She struggled to fill her lungs; each time he pulled off she had less time to suck in precious air. She could feel the wiry pubic hairs scratching her face, but all she could think about was breathing. She felt panic as she began to feel lightheaded, her lungs aching for air. He could do this all day until she submitted to him. He finally pulled off her face. She looked up at him, his hand holding his cock above her mouth.

He shook his cock in her face, but he saw the look of surrender in her eyes and her mouth opened up wide. It was such a beautiful sight to behold. Beneath him was a young, naked virgin mouth opening to take his cock inside. He felt it slip through her silky lips, pushing back and forth as the head touched her tongue. His cock danced excitedly in her hot mouth, just her breath made it jump to the roof of her mouth, her tongue making it slick with her spit.

She couldn't believe it, but there was no doubt the way her mouth was forced open the heat of a man's cock filled her mouth. She had never tasted a man's cum, but she was sure that the salty taste in her mouth was the first of it. Her lips were trapped tightly around his cock as it slid in and out. Her fingers had never even curled around a man's cock, but her lips were feeling every bump, ridge and vein on this cock as it sawed in and out of her mouth. He kept her head tilted up so she had to stare into his black eyes as she was forced to suck his cock. The cock slipped out of her mouth, but his hands guided her head back, her mouth opening to take him back inside.

"Keep your lips tight around it. Don't take it out of your mouth unless I give you permission." He pushed back into her mouth. He began to thrust with his hips, fucking her mouth.

He was moving it fast, fucking her mouth. "MMMGG,' her mouth filled with the flesh of a strange man and she was sucking him off.

His hands held her head, guiding her.

"Use your tongue on my cock," he instructed her.

She began to lather up his cock, more and more of it splitting her lips apart and driving into the depths of her mouth. She didn't know what to think of it. She was being forced to suck a strange man's cock. It was degrading, her mouth filling with the acrid taste of a man's cum, but there was also the strange pleasure of being bound and used in such a manner, his hips and his hands guiding her to pleasure him in just the right way. She was bound; she had no choice in the matter. He became more urgent, grabbing her by the hair and yanking her back and forth on his cock. His fingers began to pinch her nipple as Kiley began to move her head back and forth in just the way he taught her. More cum was leaking into her mouth, this time it was thicker. Whenever she tired and her head stopped, his hand would guide her, the long cock pushing in every direction, her cheeks pushed out, and then the cock slid over her tongue to the back of her mouth until she thought she would have to swallow it.

He pulled his cock out her mouth. "Rub the head of my cock with your lips and tongue, Kiley. Coax some cum from my balls."

She began to nibble on the head, her lips running over the tip, her tongue dashing back and forth until she felt drops of cum coating her tongue with its thick crème. It wasn't that bad tasting, not what she expected, but it was so thick and salty. He rubbed his cock over her tongue when she stuck it out, Kiley opening her mouth wide so she could take care of the massive head. Then, he was back inside her, his hips fucking her mouth as if it were a pussy. She knew he was enjoying what she was doing, took a perverse pleasure in satisfying him with her virgin mouth. She looked up at him, kneeling over her as his cock slipped back and forth in her mouth as he took her orally.

Will he cum in my mouth? He began to press his cock deeper in, throaty groans coming from her as he filled her. Just when she thought she was doing such a good job, he pulled his cock from her mouth. His hands ran over her breasts and then between her legs.

It was time for Michael to fuck the young virgin. As much as he enjoyed her mouth, he wanted her pussy, to hear her cry out the first time a thick cock entered her.

He got down between her legs, kneeling up, Kiley saw him stroke the massive cock, then she felt it. He was rubbing it up and down her slit, Kiley unable to control the juices that began to flow. She tried to move away from him, but the ropes pulled tighter, her legs spread submissively wide. She felt it, the big head that was just in her mouth pushed against the virgin opening of her pussy. She felt the muscles resisting, trying to fight it off, but he was too powerful, his hips pushing forward until she felt the tight hole forced open.

"EEEEWW!"

She squealed when the head slid inside her, feeling like a rock was keeping her open, though she knew it was only flesh. "AAhh, AAAHHH," she cried as his heavy body laid on hers, their sweat mingling, his shirt rubbing harshly on her excited and sensitive nipples. She should hate this, but she felt something else, something she couldn't explain. Her legs tried to push out farther to the sides to accommodate the thick cock that threatened to split her up the middle.

The minute he felt the tight, hot hole engulf the head of his cock, Michael couldn't contain his lust any longer. He had to be deep inside her, looking into her eyes as he fed her inch after inch of cock, her squeals of pain only making him harder and more determined. Once he had two inches in her, he began to fuck her, drawing his cock out, her tight, elastic passage gripping his cock so deliciously, then back in, forcing her wider and stretching her, her groans only making him more determined to pleasure himself. "Hot, tight virgin. Your pussy is gripping my cock so nicely." He shoved harder, hearing her grunt in pain, but she opened up, his steely cock not giving her any alternative.

His hands went to her waist, then slid back to cup her buttocks, pulling her up onto the cock that continued to drive inside her. It hurt, but the pain was mingled with something else. She felt her pussy encase his cock so tightly, feeling every bump and ridge, the thick head forcing her open wider even as he withdrew. "OOOOHHH," she cried out as his hips began to pick up speed, battering her with his cock, deeper and deeper until he finally banged hard inside her, bruising her with the blunt head of his cock, but he was already withdrawing so he could fuck her harder. "Ttoooo harrrdd!" She cried out, but it only drove him to take her more brutally. He began to pound inside her, banging deep, her insides pulled out by the powerful suction the head created when he withdrew, only to plunge back in.

"OOOH!" She cried out, her legs aching from the wide spread, but her pussy that was taking the beating. She never expected her first time to be anything like this. "AAAAAHHH!"

He pounded her for long minutes before he began to kiss her, forcing her mouth open, his tongue reaching so deep that he made her choke. He kept his cock deep inside her, but his hips moved from side to side, stretching her, her moans muffled by his lips that covered her.

At least it didn't hurt so much when he stopped fucking her, though his kisses revolted her, she let him rub her tongue, anything but the powerful thrust of his hips that drove his cock inside her. Her time was short-lived, Michael pulling back, her insides sucked out as the cock withdrew. Then, his body slammed back down on her.

"EEEEEHHH!" It felt like a baseball bat was shoved inside her. The headboard began to pound against the wall as he fucked her hard.

She might cry out in pain, but his cock slid easily through her drenched passage. For a girl that was a virgin moments ago, his cock was sliding effortlessly inside her.

He was back, pile-driving his cock inside her, taking her breath away as he lay heavily on her, his body sweaty, but all of her attention was between her legs. The cock moved inside her, Kiley not understanding why the pain was going away, replaced by something else. It felt like her pussy was accepting his cock, no matter how big he was. She felt her muscles cling to it when it withdrew, knowing she had to relax them to allow the harsh thrusts back in. She felt him rubbing against her when he was in deep, feeling his body touching her clit, not understanding why it was so hard and vulnerable. Would he shame me by making me cum in front of Cynthia? The more he fucked her, the more his large body made her legs spread, feeling as if her crotch was being split up the middle, her pussy flowering open to take the hammering of his cock. The ropes dug painfully into her ankles, but the pain only added to the feelings that raced through her body. She was being fucked for the first time while bound and spread. She should hate it, but her body was responding in ways she didn't understand.

Michael knew he wouldn't last much longer, his cock sucked and nibbled by her pussy as he fucked her. He pulled her up with his hands under her ass to meet his thrusts, her cries each time only inspiring him. He stopped fucking her, sitting up on his knees. He grabbed the knife on the bed, seeing the frightened look on her face.

He stopped fucking her abruptly. She feared for her life when she saw him with the knife in his hand. Her pussy gripped the head of his cock that was still inside her in fear, afraid that he was going to kill her when he came in her. He began to cut one of the ropes on her ankle, then the other. "Wwwhhat are you doiiing?" She asked nervously when the rope released her ankles, but his large body kept her legs spread submissively. She couldn't stop her pussy from clenching onto his cock head as though she was trying to milk the cum from him. "Are you goinggg to let me gggoo?" It was more of a formality then an actual question. She knew he wouldn't let her go until he finished off in her.

"No," he grunted. Her grabbed both of her ankles and pulled them straight up in the air. He regretted that his cock fell out of her pussy, but he would soon be back inside her. He took a piece of the rope and tied her slim ankles together until the rope dug into her soft skin.

Kiley couldn't do anything as he tied her ankles together, her body bent in two like an animal. He pulled the end of the rope through the headboard, her legs drawn over her head. "What are you going to do?" She was more vulnerable now. Now only was her pussy exposed, but her virgin anus was fully revealed. She saw the way his fingers entered her, stretching her as though he was preparing herself for something much bigger. Was he like Cynthia's husband? Will he want to sodomize me? With her body bent in two, it became harder to breathe, moaning loudly as her body pushed into a position that only gymnasts could maintain. He released her legs, but the rope held her ankles pinned to the headboard. His hand slid down her thighs, then slowly he wet his fingers. She felt them run up and down her slit, knowing she was open and exposed. She didn't have to wait long before she felt one wet finger enter her, twisting and turning inside her, fucking her as his cock had done. She felt him slap her ass cheeks with both hands, feeling the stinging blows, but then his fingers were back to her pussy, peeling apart her lips until they ached.

With two fingers opening up her pussy, two fingers went down to her anus. She felt her tiny hole forced open, fearing he was preparing her for his cock. "NO, not there," she begged.

Michael grippe his cock, rubbing it up and down her slit until it was wet. He fisted it, placing it up against the tiny, brown pucker of her anus, seeing the muscles spasm from the first touch. She gasped loudly when she felt it. He slapped the head of his cock on her anus, rubbing it up and down her slit once more. He liked the fear in her eyes, but he thrust his cock into her pussy with a single thrust that drove a scream from her lips.

"OOOOWW!" Her muscles were so tight, so afraid of being sodomized that when he entered her, her pussy ached. With her legs together, she was too tight. It felt like a tree trunk was entering her.

He didn't even give her a second before he began to fuck her, holding her legs as his hips drove his cock into her tightly clenched thighs and pussy. She watched him take off his shirt, only his ski mask hiding his face. He crouched over her body as his cock went to work on her, driving in and out, his frenzied hips moving like a blur. He fucked her hard and fast, knowing that he was ready to cum, his body growing rigid as his breathing became hurried. He was twisting and turning his cock in her at strange angles, stretching her, making her feel all of his cock. Her body shuddered when he rose up higher, feeling like his cock was going to come out her mouth. He twisted her body to the side, then she felt it. It was the thick veins on the side of his cock.

She could feel them rubbing her, but it was where they were rubbing her that was troubling. Somehow her clit had popped out, exposed to the sawing cock that fucked her. Back and forth the thick veins rubbed her, Kiley trying to put it out of her head, but it became all consuming, all her attentions drawn to her clit. It began to build in her, Kiley fighting, trying not to cum, but the more she fought it, the more she became consumed by the feelings that raced through her body. Everything was sensuous, even the ropes that kept her body bound and available to him. She could feel his balls, the wiry hairs rubbing on her anus each time they slapped her harshly between her cheeks. It was as though he was spanking her anus with his balls, the heavy sack almost painful. It was building in her body, Kiley unable to control it, succumbing to the shameful reality that he was going to make her cum. She looked over at Cynthia, seeing her watching Michael's cock fuck her harshly, but when their eyes met, it was as though Cynthia knew she was going to cum. Then it overcame her, Kiley's head exploded, feeling as though she was peeing, though it was her juices that were gushing onto the cock that continued to pound into her. Every bit of her body was intensified by the orgasm, her muscles clenching uncontrollably, her clit swelling as if it were reaching out for any stimulation. She rotated her hips as much as she could, milking the cock as her orgasm raced through her untrained body.

Michael saw her bucking beneath him, her face contorted in pleasure. He had made her cum, he smiled widely as the young girl's pussy began to suck the cum from his balls. He struggled to wait until she was finished, but he couldn't. He pulled his cock out of her pussy as her orgasm began to wane. He stroked his cock with his hand, moving closer to her face.

She didn't understand why he pulled out of her, but then she saw his cock only inches from her face. He was pumping it vigorously.

NOOO! Nnott on my face!" She heard him moaning loudly, his hand pumping harder. "NNNNO!" She protested loudly, trying to push her face out of the way, but he continued to draw nearer to climax on her.

Right on her face.

Michael watched as the cum boiled up from his balls. It shot through his cock, quivering excitedly as a stream of white, milky cum burst from his cock and landed with a loud plop on the side of her face. She tried to turn away, but he pumped a second spurt of cum that landed on her lip and chin.

"EEWWW," she cried out in shame as the hot crème burned her skin. It was too much, load after load soiling her complexion, her lips tightly clenched, trying to keep the large drop of cum that was sitting on her lower lip from entering her mouth. He moved closer as he continued to pump his cock, Kiley face to face for the first time with a man's spewing cock. He moved it so close that it banged on her lip, leaving more cum as it continued to gush onto her face, humiliating her. She tried to recoil, but he was on top of her, rubbing his wet, slippery cock on her lips until his cock forced her lips open wide enough for the slippery cum to drip into her mouth. She couldn't resist any longer as the head of his cock pushed the drying cum into her mouth, his cock following until the head sat heavily on her tongue.

"Lick it clean."

She heard the humiliating words; her tongue began to run over the slippery head, shamed as she sucked a few more drops from his balls and into her waiting mouth. The cum was so thick, the smell acrid, the salty taste permeating every part of her mouth. All she could hear was her shameful sucking and licking of his cock as she cleaned it.

He finally pulled free, her lips tight around the head as it pulled out, one last chance to lick the last of the cum from it. When it was free of her mouth, she did what she had to, gulping loudly as she struggled to swallow the thick crème that refused to go down into her belly. She gagged before it finally slipped down, but the taste in her mouth never went away.



Chapter 3


Backdoor Surprise




Kiley was released from the ropes, but Michael's cock was already rising up to its former self, Kiley knew she wasn't finished satisfying himself with her young body. She feared what he would do to her next, her fears coming true the minute he began to tie her up again.

Her body was dumped unceremoniously onto her belly, his hand slapping her buttocks. She didn't need a reminder of the way his fingers and tongue had entered her anus. It wasn't that painful when they entered her, just uncomfortable to have something shoved into a hole that was built to only push out. He had two or three fingers inside her, Kiley not sure, all she knew was that her insides had to stretch wide to accommodate him, and they paled in comparison to the size of his cock. He would rip her to shreds if he sodomized her.

He was surprised when she didn't fight him as he took the ropes that were still tied to her wrists and spread them out to the two farthest corners of the headboard. He arranged her head gently so he could see her face, brushing the hair out of her eyes. His fingers strayed to her mouth, moving around her lips until they parted, reminding her how vulnerable she was to him.

Kiley felt the perverse excitement as her arms were bound again, in spite of the fact she was on her belly and her ass was vulnerable. His touch on her face was tender, as though he were her lover. He made her look back at him, wanting to see the humiliation she knew he would put her through. Cynthia even had a good view of what would happen, sharing in her shame.

Michael moved farther down the bed, his hand sliding over the silky skin of her back until he got to her waist and the gentle bulge of her buttocks. She had her legs together, but she had such a pronounced crack, twin peaks rising up from it so proudly that it only added to the mystery of what lay beneath her clenched buttocks that she tried to hide from him. His fingers went to her buttocks, sliding over the clenched muscles, a finger moving up her crack, feeling the dampness from the sweat as she tried to keep his finger out.

Even though she felt an excitement at being bound on her belly, it was fear of pain that made her resist him, knowing that her tiny, virgin hole could never accommodate anything as massive as his cock. Her pussy still hurt from his cock; no matter how much pleasure she felt when he forced her to cum when he fucked her, there was still the pain to contend with. His finger tickled along her crack, but she knew where he wanted to get to, Kiley would resist him as long as she could. She was shocked when he stopped, got off the bed, but she should have known what was next. The ropes around one ankle began to pull her leg over to the side; slowly it slid on the bed until it was near the edge. She saw Michael reach down to secure it to the leg of the bed, just as he did when she was on her back. He moved to the other side, stopping when he was between her legs. Kiley should have tried to shut her legs to stop him, but she knew it was futile. He would soon have her other leg secured and spread widely. He moved to the other side and she felt her free leg pulled out, her crotch opening up as he pulled her leg until it too was at the edge of the bed, both of them spread as wide as the bed would allow. The rope tightened, Kiley testing it, finding that she couldn't shut her legs.

They were spread lewdly, something that Michael had already discovered, she saw him standing between her legs and gazing at her widely spaced crotch and all that was exposed. She clenched her buttocks as tight as she could, but she still couldn't keep them tight enough together to hide her anus from his view.

"Such a lovely ass, Kiley. And to think that you have been saving it for me." His cock was already rock hard, but he wanted to tease her first. He knelt on the bed beside her hips. His hands went to her ass, one on each side of her cheeks. He dug them into her skin, taunting her without pulling them apart, but she knew that he could with ease.

She felt his fingers dig into her cheeks like claws, Kiley resisting as long as she could, finally giving up the futile fight. His fingers peeled open her crack like the petals of a flower, the skin stretching until she could feel spasms in her anus, knowing that she was crudely exposed.

Each time she thought it couldn't get any worse, his fingers would get a better grip on her soft skin and yank her anus open wider. He began to pinch and clutch her cheeks, feeling as though her anus was doing a lewd dance for him, Kiley unable to control her anal muscles, she could feel the pucker in her anus opening and closing. "Pleease, don't do that, it's humiliating!" She cried out, her body turning pink from the way she knew he was exposing her to his eyes. She tried to escape him, but the tight bondage only made it look like she was tossing her body erotically to excite him. Two fingers crept down to her pussy, unable to stop as he opened up both holes so he could explore her intimately with his eyes and fingers.

Michael grabbed a pillow, thrusting it under her hips when she tried to bounce away from him, just enough play in the ropes to raise her ass up submissively. Now that the ropes were drawn taut, her cheeks were pulled widely apart, no matter how much she fought. Between her lily white cheeks lay the crinkled, brown hole that beckoned his attention.

Kiley began to panic as soon as his finger began to circle her tiny hole. Her ass was thrust up so high, or at least it felt that way, no longer able to protect her backside, not even if she clenched her cheeks. "OOOWWW!" She cried out when Michael slapped her ass, unable to move away, another slap catching her other cheek.

"AAAWWWW!" Her cheeks stung, but he took his time, one hand slapping her buttocks, the other hand having a finger resting on her anus, her muscles clenching and unclenching each time she was struck. It was as though her anus wanted the finger to take her. It wasn't so bad when he only fingered her anus and went away, but now, he wanted much more. She took a dozen more slaps on her ass before he was finished, her skin blazing in pain. She could feel the way the skin on her buttocks was heated from his powerful slaps, as though she was a young girl that needed to be punished.

Michael was proud of the way her buttocks looked when he was finished. You could almost see his hand prints embedded in her skin, now a bright pink. By the time he was finished they would be red.

He took the small vial of lubricant, dripping it onto her anus. He loved the way the hole danced when the cold fluid hit the hot hole.

He waited until it settled down.

"Nooo," she cried softly when she felt the unmistakable coldness striking her anus, it had to be a lubricant of some kind. The finger was back in seconds, this time rubbing around her hole with tenderness, but it was only to make it slick with the lubricant.

"OOOHH," she bucked up when she felt the tip of his finger push into the center of her anus. It applied pressure, Kiley feeling her anal ring slowly pushed open, the finger gaining a foothold inside her tight hole. She tried to clench her anus, but it only made Michael laugh.

She felt the finger desert her anus, thinking she won until she heard his words.

"Push back with your ass. I want to see your purse your ass hole until I can see your lovely pucker open up for me." When he didn't get a response, he gave one buttock two powerful whacks that made her body jerk in pain, a shrill cry from her lips as he pounded the sensitive skin. "I can beat your ass all day. Either pucker open for me I'll take my belt to you!"

He heard another sob from her, looking over at her sweet face, now covered in tears that ran slowly down her skin. He saw her face tighten, then her ass hole began to push out. "More," he coaxed her, her cheeks tightening, her anus opening up as if she were going to push something else." This time he lightly tapped her ass. "Good girl. Your ass is mine, Kiley, so get used to it."

She blushed uncontrollably as she felt her anus opening up, Michael not even looking at her, staring deeply between her cheeks at her exposed anus. It was so humiliating, but she kept the pressure on her anus until the finger returned. Her anus collapsed as soon as she relented, feeling like it was trying to suck his finger inside her. The finger began to creep inside her, slowly and deliberately. It wasn't very big, so it didn't hurt, but just knowing the way it looked, Michael with his finger sliding up her ass as she lay bound on her belly, Cynthia watching her degradation, knowing she was next.

"Nice, tight ass, Kiley." Michael pushed the tip of his finger up to the first joint, twisting and turning it as he withdrew it, seeing the way her anal ring stretched around his digit, but never letting it pull free.

He pushed back in. He looked at her face, seeing her suffer the indignation of being fingered in the ass, her breaths coming hard and deep. "Squeeze your ass up tight, Kiley." He was surprised that she obeyed him having to spank her. Maybe she was learning the futility of disobedience. He felt the most pleasing pressure on his fingers as her ass muscles clenched so erotically on his finger, gripping and releasing as his finger moved so delicately inside her ass.

The finger pulled out, but it began to move in her crack; all the way from the top, down to her pussy, pushing between her lips to press against the wetness that was there. It moved up and down, sliding on the slick lubricant, each stroke it made, he pushed harder with his finger, Kiley knowing that she would soon be penetrated, not even sure which hole or both, but she knew it was coming. She was helpless to stop him, keeping her cheeks relaxed. She tried to control the spasms in her anus, but she couldn't, the muscles having a will of their own. His hand turned the other way, his fingers pointed down instead of up, sliding over her anus, then down to her pussy, pushing in deeper, his fingers pushing at the entrance of her hole. Up and down her pussy, his fingers digging into her flesh, his thumb spread up and rested close to her anus without entering her. "EEEhhh," two fingers entered her pussy, she moaned in pleasure, not pain as they opened her up again. The fingers pulled out, three entering her again, pushing and stretching her open from the inside as if getting her ready for his cock. Maybe he changed his mind and would take her there.

Michael was ready for her, his hand sliding down inside her pussy, feeling her clench on his fingers. They pulled out, riding up her crack until they found the tight knot of her anus. One slick finger found the tiny hole, bending it slightly and pushing it inside her. He heard her gasp as his finger pushed all the way in, pulling back just as fast as it entered her.

"OOOHH," she cried out when the finger became more insistent, this time her hole unable to stop it, feeling it dig deep into her bowels with a strange, uncomfortable fullness. It pulled out; going back to her pussy, but it was soon journeying back up her crack. She held her breath as it returned, this time her anal ring having to stretch wider, two fingers joined together pushing her open and sliding in the slick passage to dig deep into her guts. "EEEHH," she cried out again, tears running down her cheek to stain the sheet. She could feel the thick knuckles on his fingers rubbing her insides, pushing against the soft, elastic walls and fighting her muscles that tried unsuccessfully to push them out.

"You feel so good, Kiley. Open up your ass and let me in," said Michael feeling the hot, tight hole engulf his fingers in a hot blanket of her guts. His fingers slowly pulled out, feeling her anal ring reluctantly hold onto them before he pulled free, sliding down to her pussy, inside her, then out and back up. She had stopped breathing in anticipation, two fingers sliding in her ass once again, a tortured moan from her lips as he impaled her. "Breathe, Kiley, breathe."

She felt his fingers slip inside her ass again; two of them penetrating back and forth. They pulled free; but didn't desert her tortured hole. They came back with a vengeance. "EEEggghh!" It hurt as her anal ring was stretched until it felt as though it would tear, burning as two fingers pushed inside the tight hole. They were so thick, twisting and turning as the thick knuckles slid through the reluctant muscle and into her rectum. They pushed hard against the soft walls, her stomach cramping from having something so large shoved in from the outside. Her muscles began to revolt, but his fingers were relentless and powerful, beating her muscles into submission.

Michael didn't pull them all the way out, just enough until he felt her muscles clinging to the tips of his fingers, than he plunged back in, twisting and turning three fingers into the tightest ass he had ever penetrated. His hand ran over her back, a thin layer of sweat forming on it. He began to finger fuck her ass hole, seeing her trying to move away from his probing fingers, but his rope held her spread tightly to the bed, the pillow under her hips taking away the only room there was left. He went from two fingers to three, in and out, then back again. He could feel her opening up. He went back down to her pussy, finding her wetter. She might be moaning, but it wasn't all pain that she was feeling. He pushed three fingers into her pussy to get them wet, then slid back along her slick crack to find her anus ready for him, slightly open as if beckoning his fingers back inside.

He pushed three fingers into her, side by side, stretching her for his cock. Her muscles clenched, pulling them back out, watching as the tiny brown hole, stay open for long seconds before it snapped shut.

His fingers were stretching her in all different ways, Kiley afraid of the cock that would soon take their place. It was longer and thicker, Kiley unable to stop him from shoving it inside her until it cramped her stomach on the thick flesh of his rock-hard cock. He slapped her ass hard, but she barely felt anything now, all of her worries centered on her anus, slick and ready for his cock. He slapped her again, then the fingers entered her anus. They dug in at a different angle, as if they were trying to force her up, yet the ropes kept her pinned submissively. "HHHSSS!" She cried out in pain, the sudden realization of what could happen when he fucked her in the ass. "No, No, please don't!"

He left his fingers in her ass for a few seconds longer, then pulled them out, his hand sliding along her sweaty buttocks and her back.

He gave her ass a couple of good wallops with his palms, then he felt her shiver in fear when his fingers ran up and down her slit and crack.

It was time for him to enjoy her virgin ass hole.

She turned and looked at him as he moved away from her ass, Kiley feeling some relief, though it still felt as though a finger was inside her ass. Her relief quickly dissipated as she saw him stroking his cock, the thick flesh glistening from the lubricant that he poured on it.

"You ready for a new feeling, Kiley. Your ass is mine now."

Michael got between her legs, holding his cock out in front of him, her upturned ass such an easy target. He fisted his cock and pressed it against the nicely oiled and prepared ass hole before him. He felt her body shudder, trying to move away, but the ropes held her firmly in position.

"No, No, no," she looked back at him, feeling him between her legs, and then she felt the hot head of his cock on her anus. It was so huge, covering the tiny hole with its massive presence. She felt it pushing against her reluctant muscles. "EEEEHHH! AAAHHH!"

Her screams tore through the room when she felt the rock-hard cock force open her anal ring with such brutality. The ring could only accept it, stretching wide as the round, smooth head forced its way inside her. It burned, even with the lubricant, but Kiley could do nothing but take it. Her feet shook in pain; her hands clutched the invisible air as she endured the forceful penetration by his thick cock.

Even when the head popped into her rectum, Michael stopping for a second, but his cock continued to jerk and shudder into her tight passage, stretching her with each movement. "Take it out, plllleassse," her face contorted in the pain she felt.

Her face was twisted, her mouth crying out, but all Michael felt was the pleasure of her tight ass hole gripping his cock as a lover would do, the muscles fighting every movement of his cock. It was as though his cock was being caressed by a tight band, her ring sliding over the shaft to trap the head inside her. He couldn't wait any longer, sliding his cock deeper into her ass, feeling the tight muscles forced open by the thick head. "You'll learn to like it, Kiley. Take it deeper inside your ass."

It was as though a club was shoved up her ass, his cock just as hard, just as demanding. "EEEAAAA!" She couldn't believe what it was doing to her. He was pushing in, deeper than his fingers had gone, the tight, elastic walls stretching until it felt as though they would tear and he would ruin her forever. He wouldn't stop, the cock retreating, but only far enough so he could use the leverage of his hips to drive it deeper into her bowels. "OOOH, AAAAHH!" She cried out as he used her unnaturally, gritting her teeth as the cock bore into the depths of her soul.

Michael began to ass fuck her, watching as his cock slid in and out of her tiny hole, gripping it so tight that he grunted each time he shoved inside her. He was beating her muscles into submission, his cock sliding easily in the greased passage.

Through it all, Kiley felt a change in her. She knew she had to accommodate him or risk that he would do serious damage to her.

She struggled to relax her muscles, pushing back on her anus, feeling it open up as he plunged inside her. The pain was less, but it allowed him to go deeper each time, feeling her stomach cramp on his cock went it pushed hard against the elastic walls of her bowels and stretched them in directions that weren't meant to be stretched. Unlike her pussy, which would only take so much cock, her guts would have to take the full measure of his cock. In and out his cock went, Michael picking up speed, his hips driving his cock into her like a jack hammer. She cried out when he fucked too hard or drove too deep, but Michael seemed unconcerned except for his pleasure. He began to drive faster, her ass burning up by the friction of his cock, the thick head creating a vacuum when he pulled out, her insides collapsing behind it. Kiley endured the forceful fucking of her ass, but she didn't know how long she could take it.

Michael grabbed her hips and began to pump her hard, lying halfway onto her sweat drenched body. He slapped her ass cheeks, making her muscles clench excitedly on his cock, a groan and moan from her lips only making him more eager to fuck her hard and deep.

He drove in deep, sending all of his cock up her ass, Kiley's head pulling up from the bed as she endured it. "You like that, Kiley? You like a cock up your ass?"

"I can't, oh my God, I can't take it." She cried out when she felt his cock stretch her open. "AAAEEHH, AAEEEHH," his cock pounding into her once virgin passage, feeling as though he was ripping her open. Her eyes were clouded with tears, blood in her mouth where she had bitten her lip in pain, but Michael was relentless, his cock never stopped moving inside her. "It's too big; it's tearing me up."

Michael wasn't ready to cum in her yet. "You'll take it all, Kiley and you'll take it hard." Michael pulled his cock out until it almost pulled from her reluctant hole, watching the ring grow taut as the head of his cock pulled from her hole. He grunted loudly as he used all the power of his hips to drive his cock into her until he slapped against her upturned ass with a loud sound of flesh meeting flesh. He elicited the scream from her lips he wanted, but he was already pulling out to ream her out again.

She screamed the first time he did it, but after that, her pain was quiet as she couldn't even breathe, never mind scream. It was as though his cock was trying to drive through her bowels and come out her mouth. Her stomach cramped around the thick flesh that filled her intestines like a large dinner. She went from empty to full in seconds, but his cock never stopped moving, always reaming out her once-virgin passage with a ferocity that knew no bounds. He was fucking her hard and fast now, her insides burning up.

Michael's hands began to wander over her body as he ass fucked her. He slipped beneath her chest until he found two hard nipples that begged to be pinched. His fingers gripped them tight, another gasp from her lips, this time as he abused her nipples, while his cock continued to hammer her ass. His hands slid down lower, beneath the pillow that kept her ass submissively up into the air for his cock until he found her pussy. Beneath her, the bed was wet, his fingers exploring her and finding her secret. In spite of her crying out in pain, her pussy was drenched. He began to rub her slit, finding an erect clit that was twice the normal size. As he gripped it with his fingers, her ass muscles clenched on his cock with such intensity that he had a hard time continuing the momentum of his hard thrusts. "You're such a sexy little bitch, Kiley. I'm ass fucking you and you're creaming all over my fingers."

She was humiliated by what he said, but as he slowed down the brutal thrusts in her ass, she couldn't deny the feelings that his cock was arousing in her. She never expected to feel any pleasure in having a cock in her ass, but she was surprised. It was as though the mouth of her ass hole was ringed with tiny spots of pleasure, his cock slicing through them sending shivers of excitement deep into her guts to his plunging cock. He slowed down his fucking, but each time he shoved the full measure of his cock into her bowels, it felt like a giant snake shoved inside her and was alive. Coming out was the same feelings, but when his cock was withdrawn, she could control her muscles as they rippled up and down his cock, shamed that she was giving him so much pleasure with her once-virgin ass, but more humiliated that she was feeling something that she didn't care to admit to.

"I wish I could stay around and fuck your ass forever, Kiley."

Michael could feel the pleasure boiling up in his balls. "You'll remember me forever, Kiley. I'm going to blast your ass hole with a gallon of hot cum. Your first ever cum enema."

It hurt and felt good at the same time. When he was in too deep, her muscles cramped around his cock, but at the same time, she felt a perverse pleasure in that she was giving him her virgin ass and he was enjoying it so much. She began to squeeze her ass on his cock, just as she did with her pussy. It made her tighter and hurt more, but she felt the sense of accomplishment when she heard his groans of pleasure.

His finger continued to play with her clit, driving her back onto his cock, but his strong fingers pinched and prodded it, bending her to his will. "OOOH," she cried out, not in pain, but pleasure. "AAAAHH, fuck my ass. Make me yours!"

She couldn't look at Cynthia, knowing the humiliation of submitting and enjoying what he was doing to her. She felt her ass stretching, his cock growing inside her. Then he hit deep in her bowels, the cock jerking uncontrollably as he sat inside her. Then she felt it. It was like a hose was shoved up her ass and the hot water turned on high. It blasted her insides with his hot crème, in a place that wasn't built for such a thing. She felt soiled and her body was debauched by this unnatural act, but her own senses betrayed her, his finger eliciting the ultimate humiliation from her by forcing her to cum with him. She didn't even try to stop it, letting her body go, as her ass gripped his cock as she came with him. Each time he spurted again in her; it drove her to another plateau until all Kiley could feel was the pleasure of bound submission. She never expected such a thing, but the ropes added to the perverse excitement of losing all her virgin holes to the cock that lay spurting in her ass.

It took a long time before they both collapsed from the pleasure.

He lay on her back, Kiley finally forced to squeeze out his shrinking cock, inch by inch until it finally popped out, a flood of cum following it. Michael stood up, his semi-hard cock hanging between his legs. She couldn't believe that she survived that anal attack, but the slow drip of cum from her busted ass hole was testament to her survival. Michael took the ropes off her ankles, but Kiley couldn't even close her legs. When her arms were untied, she turned over onto her back, but her arms refused to move and her legs stayed spread as if she were expecting or wanting more. She watched as Michael untied Cynthia. Was it her turn? Kiley felt a twinge of jealousy that she would have to share Michael with her.

Cynthia felt her hands and legs being unbound. Kiley lay limp on the bed, spent from taking Michael's cock in every virgin hole in her body. Cum was drying on her thighs and pussy, her nipples still hard, the bed beneath her soaked in their cum. She could only imagine how she felt, her ass and pussy reamed out for the first time, her mouth still savoring Michael's cum. She stood up from the chair, stretching her cramped muscles. She leaned over, pulling the ski mask off of Michael's head. "Happy birthday, lover. I hope it's everything you expected."

It was as though she was in a dream. Cynthia was kissing him and his hands held her as though they were in love. Then it dawned on her. Michael was her husband. This was all an act. "YYYoour her hussbbband!"

"And you're my birthday present. I must say that it was my most enjoyable birthday present ever. I never busted so many cherries in my life. For a virgin, you certainly enjoyed being bound and taken against your will. I think you have a deep-seated desire to be controlled by men, older men that want to enjoy your youthful body."

"But the tattoos?"

He licked his finger and ran it across one of the tattoos. It began to smear slightly. "Good for twenty-four hours."

"I didn't think you would be so big and powerful."

"Or have such a big cock?" Michael laughed at her.

"That too," she said in shame.

"I will send for the helicopter, Kiley. You can get dressed. The computer will be on the table in the living room with your bank account online. You may transfer it anywhere, or leave it there. All of the data for your account is on the paper next to it. You can take the computer with you. It is my turn to give my husband his birthday present, and I would rather do it in private." Cynthia wanted time with her husband now.

They both left as if she was dismissed, but she couldn't complain.

She was sore, but satisfied and $250,000 richer. She took a shower and changed her clothes. She went outside when she heard the helicopter arriving. No one even paid attention to her when she got on after about six people, the help returning to the house got off the helicopter. It took off into the sky. Then it dawned on Kiley to look at her watch. It had only been about six hours with Michael. He could have done more, six more hours to go on his time. She felt let down; she would have liked him to use up all of his time, to use up all of it on making her perform degrading and unnatural acts on her body.

She was sure that he could have taught her so much more.


Chapter 4


Kiley Wants More




It had been six months since Kiley was free of money problems. It was a tremendous load off of her mind, her attitude and grades improving. Not only that, Kiley now had a sex life that she could look back at, though going forward it was still dormant. She would have to wait until graduation, when age no longer mattered as much as in college. It wouldn't be long, but Kiley's solo masturbation became longer and more frequent. It was all based on a single night with Cynthia's husband. He had taken every virgin hole in her body. She didn't regret a single minute of it, though the details were already going hazy as time pasted. She knew that normally, a woman would never have such an experience and that troubled Kiley. She didn't want to give up the fantasy that she had been conjuring up in her head all these months. That is when it hit her. She needed to do something drastic. Last time, it literally fell into her lap, Cynthia coming to her with the outrageous proposition that Kiley finally felt that she couldn't pass up. This time, Kiley would have to be aggressive.

It was time for the student-faculty mixer again and Kiley made sure that she would attend. She walked into the room with a short skirt and cashmere sweater that hugged her breasts, her legs perched on black high heels that made her calves taut. Dr. Rosenthal was the first person to see her and he came over instantly as if he expected all the men in the room to crowd around her.

"You're looking good, Kiley. I hope your money problems have been solved." He noticed a change in her about five months ago. She no longer had a worried look on her face and she appeared to be more carefree. Maybe not only money problems had been solved, but hopefully she found a good man.

"Good evening, Dr. Rosenthal." She shook his hand, but this time she was more comfortable with an older man. Before she was always in awe of them, now she knew that they were in awe of her. Her new found sexuality had been coming in handy. "Yes, it is taken care of."

"I hope Cynthia was able to help you. She can be an important asset in the future."

"She was instrumental in steering me in the right direction. She is very astute. In fact, I was hoping to see her tonight."

"Look no longer, she just arrived. Surprise, she brought her husband Michael with her."

Kiley turned to watch them enter, but it was Michael that she saw first. He looked nothing like the Michael she met. The build was the same, but he looked harmless and gentle, not the brute that took her and bound her to the bed. She looked down, but there was no indication of his cock. She could almost feel her fingers curling around it, or the taste of it in her mouth. "Excuse me, Dr. Rosenthal."

She left him and walked over to greet Cynthia.

Cynthia looked up to see Kiley walking over. She looked good, too good. She smiled at her as she approached. "Hello, Kiley. Let me introduce you to my husband, Michael." She felt a twinge of jealousy when they shook hands, their hands touching for too long of a time.

Her nipples froze into hard nuggets the minute his hand touched her. Her panties grew wet as though Kiley was trained to be sexually responsive the minute he touched her. His hand squeezed hers, harder than needed, but she liked that he was asserting his authority over her.

"I heard so much about you, it's as though I had met you before." She hated when he took his hand away, seeing his eyes starting blatantly at her hard nipples. How she wished he would squeeze them just as hard as he shook hands with her.

"Yes, Cynthia told me a lot about you. She says that you are the most promising student at this school, far more mature then your age."

He could see the way Cynthia looked at the both of them. Their encounter was a one-time thing and she had no intentions of sharing him with Kiley or having it happen again. "You'll have to excuse me, I see Dr. Rosenthal. I am sure he is looking for a new donation." He walked away, not turning around. His cock was growing hard and he needed to put Kiley out of his head.

"Would you like to have a drink with me, Cynthia? In private."

Kiley took charge.

"Of course, Kiley. I must say you do look enticing." She whispered into her ear as they began to walk away. "Sex has made a woman out of you."

"Yes it has, very much so." Kiley got a glass of wine for Cynthia, a Coke for herself as they snuck off into one of the small conference rooms. She shut the door behind them.

"Has money done everything you desired?" Cynthia saw her cross her legs, but not before her skirt pulled out of the way and Cynthia could catch a passing glimpse between her legs. She had learned to use her sexuality.

"Yes, and I don't know how to thank you. I no longer have money problems."

"No need to thank me, you fulfilled your end of the bargain admirably. All parties involved were pleasured. Do you have a new problem? Something I might help you with?" Cynthia was puzzled, expecting that Kiley had everything she wanted in life.

"Yes," pausing while she gathered her words carefully. "I was wondering… maybe you know someone, a man… that might be interested in the pleasure of a young girl." She knew as soon as she said it that it didn't come out right.

"I'm not sure what you're asking Kiley. As far as I know, you are no longer a virgin in any place that matters. I don't know what you have to offer that would be of particular interest or that anyone would be willing to pay any substantial sum to acquire. I thought you had enough money?"

"I'm sorry, that came out wrong. I'm not looking for you to be a pimp for me. No, that didn't come out any better." She was digging a deeper hole every time she opened her mouth.

"Slow down, Kiley. Take a deep breath and tell me what you want." Cynthia was now intrigued.

She finally decided to say it, to blurt it out, even though it sounded so decadent. "I want a man, an older man. Someone that will pay me to have his way with me in any manner he wants." She felt a drop of sweat on her forehead as soon as the words came out of her mouth. It sounded even worse out loud, but there was no taking it back.

"Interesting, Kiley. You do realize that you can't make the kind of money that you did when you sold your virginities?"

"Yes, I know. But I am still young and fresh, slightly used. I suspect that an older man might pay fifty-thousand dollars to have the opportunity to do anything he wants to me for twelve hours." Her mind was on track now, back to analyzing the situation.

"Yes, you are a very lovely young girl, but I suspect the price would be more like twenty-five thousand dollars. After all, there are lots of girls that would do it for nothing to meet a man with money."

"Yes, but they would go to bed with him for nothing. I am giving him a girl with no boundaries, but twenty-five thousand dollars is reasonable." So were they negotiating now?

"Even at that price, I suspect she would have to accommodate two men, two older men."

She never thought of two men at once, trying to imagine what two men could do to her that one couldn't. Both could be inside her at once, her mouth, her pussy or her ass. Two cocks to contend with at once. "That is not beyond the realm of comprehension."

Cynthia could see something in Kiley that she didn't realize before.

"If I said that I could find such men, but they would not pay you, would you accept?"

Kiley didn't have to think or even try to lie. It was as though Cynthia knew her secret. "Yes."

"I think I can find such men and they would pay you twenty-five thousand dollars, just don't tell them your secret. I think they like paying better, no problems with them in a moral dilemma. They can do anything they want to you without feeling bad about it."

"Soon?"

"Yes, next week if you like. I think your classes are off for a week, aren't they?" Cynthia knew exactly who she would approach. They were older then Michael, but they were just as capable as satisfying her. More than she could even expect. "You do realize that anything means anything. There is something to be said about pain while sexually aroused. It can be very intoxicating."

Michael had spanked her, not only her ass, but her anus and pussy.

Kiley felt the perverse pleasure in the pain of being sexually abused.

Would these men want even more? Would I be bound and unable to stop them? She thought of being alone in a room with two strange men that would sexually take her in any manner, fearing for her safety, but isn't that how it was with Michael? She didn't know that it was him; she thought she was being raped by a cruel stranger, yet he made her cum and perform for him. It would be the same; the fear was an aphrodisiac that had excited her. "Next week would be good, real good. Call me and tell me when and where."

"Don't disappoint me, Kiley," Cynthia warned her, but she knew that it would not be a problem. Once she showed up, it would be out of her hands. The men would see to that. Cynthia was a bit jealous, bound and stripped naked for two strange men. She would be lucky to get out in twelve hours, though Cynthia doubted she would complain.



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The parking lot of the warehouse was dark and empty as Kiley pulled in. She was glad that she had bought a car with her new found wealth, feeling a little more secure it in. There was one lone light at the door. Kiley was almost afraid to get out of the car, looking around, but the lot was completely empty and not many places for a person to hide. She had Mace in her pocketbook, just in case. She took three deep breaths, filling her lungs. She got out of the car and raced to the door. She saw the keypad, putting in the numbers that she had memorized. The keypad came alive with light and then the door clicked. She hastily opened it, slipped inside and pulled it closed until she heard the safety of the click as it locked behind her. She looked around, the hallway empty, but at least it was lit. At the end of the hallway was a single door. Her heels clicked on the tile floor. She wondered if they would be here already, though she didn't see any other cars. Cynthia gave Kiley no indication of whom she would submit to, Kiley almost glad, though the fear drove her adrenalin and her arousal. The warehouse was big and almost empty. It was not used by a business, not with the ropes that hung down from the ceiling or the candles that burned from the many tall candelabra's that rose up from the floor. This was used for a different purpose, more nefarious. The ropes were there to hold someone secure in them. Tonight it would be Kiley. Someone had been here not long ago, the candles barely burned down, though Kiley didn't hear a single sound. She saw the chair in the center of the room, a single wooden chair, surrounded by flickering candles. On the chair was a note; beneath it was a black negligee. Kiley picked up the note and read it.

"Put the negligee on and sit in the chair and wait. Nothing but the negligee!"

Kiley picked it up. It had black spaghetti straps and she put it up against her. It wouldn't cover much and the note was adamant about nothing else. She would be naked beneath it. The men would not be wasting time with preliminaries such as stripping her. She walked over to a table, looking around the room, almost ashamed as she started taking off her clothes. Would they be watching me? She had tried to dress sexily, but as she took off the lacey bra and panties and stood naked, she knew it wasn't needed. She slid the negligee over her head, the silky material sliding down over her breasts like it was slippery, but it didn't fail to make her nipples hard. Or were they already that way? Standing up, the negligee barely covered her crotch. Sitting down it would do little to hide anything. She left her clothes and returned to the chair. She sat down, feeling the cold wood on her half naked body. She looked down, the front of the negligee leaving a lot of cleavage showing. Someone behind her would almost be able to see down the front of it. She put her hands in her lap, between her tightly clenched thighs, waiting.

It must have been ten minutes before she heard a noise. She should be cold in the damp warehouse, but she wasn't, not sure if it was the fear of the unknown that drove the warmth in her body. She looked around and saw a presence in the darkness walking towards her. Not two, but one. A sudden coldness swept over her. How would I know this is the one that paid for me? He came into view, the candles flickering an eerie light on him, making him more sinister than he probably was. He was wearing all black. He wasn't a big and powerful as Michael, a bit older, though Kiley had a hard time judging an older man's age. At least he wasn't fat or flabby, his waist trim. He had graying black hair. He wasn't smiling. It was an instinct that she picked up since the day with Michael. Her gaze went to the front of his pants. There was no doubt he was aroused by her, a lump clearing reflected. She hoped that he was as hard and virile as Michael. She sat frozen to the chair, her hands sweating as he moved behind her.

Not a word was said.

Bill's hands went to her neck, touching the silky skin, a blue spark flying off his fingertip onto her skin. She jumped slightly from his touch, but she didn't move. He looked down at her body, nice firm tits beneath the thin negligee, nipples hard and pointed already apparent.

Her hands were in her lap, but he saw the lovely legs naked before him. Cynthia was correct; the woman had a desirous body.

His hand slid under her neck, forcing her head up to look at him.

She felt his fingers around her neck, a tremor of fear, large fingers capable of choking her if he desired. Kiley felt his other hand grab her hair, pulling it back, feeling the follicles pull from her scalp until her head was almost pointed up at the ceiling, staring into his face.

Both hands went around her neck, his lips coming down until she felt him kiss her forehead. His kiss was soft, but his hands on her neck was demanding and scaring her. Her body didn't know how to respond. Her body froze as his hand slid over her upper chest, her naked upper chest. She felt it find one of the spaghetti straps and slid it off of her shoulders. She couldn't see, but she felt one side of the negligee slipping down. Was one of my breasts naked for him already?

Bill looked down at her, the negligee ready to slip off and reveal her lovely breast. First he wanted her more secure. He pulled her arms behind her, grabbing her at her elbows and bending them behind the chair until her wrists met. The chair was equipped for her enslavement, a pair of handcuffs dangling through one of the chair slats. It took only a second to snap them shut on her wrists. Kiley made no attempt to stop him, in fact it was almost as if she welcomed it.

Kiley's panties would have been drenched if she were wearing any, but the moment he bound her wrists behind her back it, her pussy was soaked in desire. She hadn't noticed the handcuffs on the chair, but she felt the cold metal dig into her wrists. When he released her arms, she was bound, unable to move her hands. She pressed her legs together tight, her back straight, her breasts feeling like they were protruding obscenely. She saw him as he moved in front of her, staring down at her, Kiley helpless and half naked for him. She shivered in fear when his hand touched her leg, large fingers sliding behind her knee. She didn't fight him as he pulled one of her legs up until her foot could sit on the edge of the chair set. He looked down at her as she felt the rush of air between her legs. Kiley knew the negligee did no good any longer with her leg up high. Her pussy was opened up. She expected him to step back and admire the view, but she stared into his face as his hand descended on her naked chest, sliding back and forth until one spaghetti strap was pushed completely of her shoulders and slid down her arm. He moved behind her, holding her head back to stare into his eyes, but she knew one of her breasts were free of the flimsy garment and was exposed.

Bill caressed her neck, his face moving close to hers, hearing her rapid breathing, but his hand slid down until he found her naked breast, his hand cupping the full, firm flesh. She closed her eyes and moaned softly as his fingers caressed and explored every inch of it, her nipple not immune to his touch, springing to a greater hardness as his fingers gripped the hard, rubbery flesh tightly.

Kiley was ready to cum by time his hand left her naked breast, feeling the excitement of being bound and so casually caressed. She didn't dare move her leg as his hand slid down over her belly. She couldn't contain her own lust when his fingers sought out her open and wet pussy, two fingers sliding along her slit, up and down with such pleasure. She moaned loudly, her one leg on the chair bowing out wider to give him greater access to all that she had. She felt the sudden disappointment when his hands left her wet and wanting.

Bill walked in front of her, seeing the lust in her eyes. His hand went for her other leg, but she was already lifting it up, his job easier as he placed her other foot on the chair set. He bowed her legs out wider until her naked pussy was spread open for him. He looked down at her pussy, all pink and wet for him.

Kiley hoped he would touch her there; her legs spread so wantonly, her pussy begging for the attention of his fingers again. His face was only inches from her, but he moved away, moving behind her as she sat in the chair, her legs perched on the seat and her pussy opened up for the world to see. Then she saw in the darkness in front of her. He moved closer. It was the other man. He wore black like the one behind her. He was about the same age and build, but this one was more anxious. He was staring between her legs as her naked pussy, but his hand was stroking a naked cock in front of him that was growing with each stroke. This would be one of the cocks that would enter her. She could almost taste it in her mouth. He was big and from the look of it, hard. These were the two men that would sexually take her.

Bill saw Kiley looking at Hank, how could you not. He was openly stroking his cock as he gazed at her naked beauty, though Bill couldn't fault him. It had been a long time since either one of them had a woman so young and beautiful, never mind that they had no boundaries with her. She was already bound to the chair and almost naked. Bill moved in front of Kiley again, but not before he released the handcuffs from her wrists. There was almost a look of disappointment in her eyes until he walked in front of her, the black, silk rope in his hands. She needed no encouragement, putting her arms outstretched in front of her, her wrists crossed. She was such an erotic sight to behold, her legs spread wide, her pussy revealed, one bare breast hanging proudly as she volunteered to be bound.

Kiley was almost smiling as she felt the rope around her wrists. It was so soft, yet firm as the man tied it tightly. She looked up as he drew her arms up into the air, and then she saw it. There was a rope with a hook on it hanging from the ceiling. He made short work of hooking her bound wrists. He grabbed the other end of the rope and a pulley began to pull tight until her arms were stretched up high. Now she was completely at his mercy, her arms bound above her, her body spread before him. She felt the terror when she saw the slim, shiny knife in his hand, but it went to the negligee, making short work of the flimsy material. It fell away, both of her breasts naked, the knife slicing lower until it slid all the way to the hem and cut it completely open. She was now completely naked to him, her breasts revealed, her legs spread wide. She was at his mercy, but instead of terror, she wished he would touch her, her breasts, her pussy, anything, wanting to feel the touch of a man's demanding hands on her bound body.

Bill's hands began to explore her youthful body, over her belly and side, but neglecting her large breasts no matter how much she arched her back and tried to thrust them into his palms. He went to her spread legs, inhaling deeply the scent of her arousal, his hands moving to her silky, smooth thighs, her legs bowing back wider in submission.

It was so perverse, bound as she was, but her legs were spread willingly, his hands running up and down, but what she wanted was his touch on her pussy. Her crotch was opened up, but he made it ache when he suddenly slapped both of her inner thighs with his large, powerful hands. It made her body shudder, her sensitive skin burn, but it pushed her legs back farther, her pussy pushed out and opening up under the lewd slaps. His hands went back to caressing, but it wasn't long before they cracked hard against her smooth thighs, Kiley feeling the harsh touch so close to her pussy. He hit her four more times, her thighs burning up with the stinging bite of his hands, but then he stopped, but not before his fingers ran up the edges of her slit, touching her so intimately on her outer pussy lips. She almost came, but his fingers refused to touch her clit. He stood up and deserted her once again.

Hank moved out of the shadows, seeing the sexual frustrations in the girls face. He kneeled between her legs and he was sure that she spread them wider, opening herself up, begging him for her pleasure.

He never felt so much power as he did then. Here was this beautiful woman, naked and begging for his touch.

One of the men was behind her, pulling her head back, but it was only so his hands could reach down to her naked breasts. Fingers sought out her nipples, hard, demanding fingers that pinched the two thick nipples and twisted them almost savagely. It should have hurt painfully, but at the same time the man in front of her moved forward until his face was hidden from her, but there was no doubt that it was his tongue that was lapping up and down her slit. She shoved her ass forward, a light nip of his teeth showing her who was the boss, but the tongue went back to work to dig deep between her lips and lavish the oral attention on her drenched pussy. Her pussy and nipples were worked over expertly, the men knowing exactly what to do to arouse her and also what to do to keep her from climaxing too soon. She was shivering in lust by time they allowed her the pleasure, Kiley never having been controlled so sexually by any man, never mind two.

They kept her body riding the fine line between lust and her orgasm.

She was crying out loudly, moaning with pleasure before they allowed her to cum. She exploded on the one man's face, shamed as she heard him lapping at her soaked pussy, but she didn't care, the shame, the bondage, the sexual control of the two men igniting an orgasm that raced through her body, the men keeping it going, Kiley unable to stop, not wanting to stop. It felt like it went on for hours before her body finally collapsed in pleasure. Even then the tongue never stopped, though it slowed down, licking up every drop of her pleasure that flowed from her body. They stood back from her, both of them having their erections out. She was temporarily satisfied, but she knew they were just getting started.

It took Bill and Hank only a couple of minutes to get Kiley strung up. The overhead pulley yanked her off of the chair, Hank moving it out of the way as Bill cranked her up until she was standing on her toes like a ballerina. Her naked body was stretched, every muscle in her arms and legs drawn taut.

Kiley could barely stay still. On her toes, she was off balance, unable to stop them from doing anything they wanted of her body or putting her in the most suggestive positions. They stood back and got naked. They didn't have muscular bodies like Michael, but there was no denying their formidable cocks. Even though they made her cum, it only made her hornier. Forced to cum by two strange men sent her mind conjuring up all the things that they could make her do and perform for them.

"I'm Bill and this is Hank, Kiley. You came very nicely for us."

Bill's hand slid down over her naked stomach until it got to her mound. He pinched her two lips together tightly in his fingers and pulled on them, her toes dancing on the floor beneath her. Bill stepped back so he could enjoy her.

Hank stood in front of her, his hand gripping her head and pulling back until she was starting at the ceiling. "Don't move," he warned her gruffly.

Her neck ached from the position, but she dared not to defy them, unsure of what the consequences could be. After all, she was theirs for twelve hours, to do with as they please. Cynthia had mentioned pain, her thighs still stinging testament to what could happen. Hanks hands weren't as big as Bill's as they moved down her chest until one cradled her naked breast. It almost seemed natural that she bared them and let men touch and fondle them at will. Hank wasn't as gentle, expecting gentleness after he had so lovingly licked her pussy to an orgasm. His finger gripped one of her nipples and he twisted it until the flesh was gnarled by the harshness. He moved to her other breast, her nipple pinch with equal harshness. She bit her lip as she suffered the pain that raced through her breasts. In spite of it, her nipples still stayed hard, but now they throbbed. She didn't even look down as both of her nipples were gripped by his fingers. He twisted them until the flesh crushed, but he didn't stop there. He began to pull them out and up at the same time. "OOOOWWw," she cried.

"OOOHHWW!" She tried to stand higher up on her toes, anything to stop the painful stretching of her nipples, but Hank was relentless, the moment she raised higher up on her toes, he yanked her up by her nipples.

Hank enjoyed the power that his fingers had, the rubbery flesh of her nipples crushed beneath his fingers. She groaned in pain but she could do nothing but endure. This new found power made his cock rock hard, something that he hadn't felt for years. He liked it. He moved behind her, his hand slapping her ass as he made her cry out, the white cheek turning a painful pin. He visited the other one, seeing the pained look on Kiley's face. He moved in front of her, Kiley finally looking down. His hand slapped one of her inner thigh.

"Spread your legs, Kiley."

It was a cruel thing to do, forcing her to spread her legs and each time she did, he would slap her inner thigh harder, more soft flesh revealed to his punishing blows. She had no choice, balancing delicately on her toes, her legs spread over a foot wide. He stared into her eyes, almost hypnotizing her. It was then they he struck her. Not her thighs, but her naked pussy. Not softly as Michael had done, but just as hard as he had struck her ass. "AAAOOOWW!' She howled this time. His hand beat her puffy lips into her pelvic bone, crushing them with its power. He didn't pull his hand back, his fingers gripping her pussy as he would a baseball, digging into the flesh and squeezing it. He was pulling her up by her pussy, feeling like her sex was caught it a steel grip. She felt relief when he moved away, but Bill was back with leather straps in his hands.

Bill looked up between her legs and he bound each ankle in the leather. He opened her up, spreading her legs until they were open at least three feet, the leather straps attached to the side posts and keeping her that way. He stepped back with Hank and admired their handiwork. They had never had a girl in such a shocking position, naked and spread for them.

She saw the two men disappear behind her, but she feared what was in their hands. Each had a flogger, Hanks red, Bill's black, but each one had at least ten strands on it. There was no way that all of her flesh would be struck with just a single blow. She could feel them behind her, her naked ass and spread legs leaving her vulnerable.

"EEEEHH!" Her head shot up in pain as the flogger hit her as cheeks, starting at the top and sliding all the way down, each strand stinging with such ferocity. The next one came fast, two men whipping her at once. The blows rang out on her ass, the flesh stinging and burning.

It got worse, the blows alternating between her ass cheeks, which were more muscle, to her thighs, the soft, sensitive skin attacked painfully. The strands would encircle her each thigh, moving from her knees until they rose all the way up, touching so close to the tender flesh at her crotch and close to her pussy.

Hank and Bill worked her thighs and ass with the floggers, finally Bill moved in front of her, Hank still in back. They both kneeled on the floor so they could get the correct aim. The saw the look in her eyes as she saw the flogger that Bill swept up between her legs, but they were even scared by her cry. It was a shrill cry that rang out in the large empty room.

It felt as though her pussy was branded. Bill struck her pussy with the flogger, not softly but with every bit as much power as he did when he struck her ass. It felt like each individual strand came alive and sought out the most tender and sensitive flesh of her sex. The ten individual strands merged into a single shock to her system, the pain rushing to her brain. She lost her breath, unable to cry out even as Hank followed suit, the flogger reaching up from behind her to attack her pussy from a different angle. It felt like the strands were pushing her lips open so that it could beat her most intimate flesh. They both struck her three times between her legs before they stopped. Her legs were untied, but she was still strung up by her wrists.

Bill looked into her tear strained eyes, his hands wiping the tears from her cheeks. He kissed her lips, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth. He felt her tongue respond, his hand going to her nipple and giving it a savage twist until he could hear the muffled cry in his kiss.

He was kissing her as though they were lovers, but her pussy was on fire and now he was twisting her nipple. She never kissed a man so old, but she responded with her tongue, anything to please him.

He moved away, but Hank was back. He rubbed up against her, his naked cock jerking in pleasure when it felt her skin. He yanked Kiley's hair back, her back arched painfully back. Then she felt his hands between her legs, Kiley spreading them open, not denying him anything. His hands gripped her sex and pulled her up until her legs left the ground. She put her legs around him, but he pulled her higher, his fingers digging into her sex indiscriminately. She couldn't even stop as one finger entered her, pushing in at a weird angle, feeling as if it were trying to push out the side of her pussy. He let her feet go back to the ground, but he turned her sideways as his hands beat her ass cheeks. She didn't cry out, silent. He moved behind her, his cock pushing against her ass cheeks. Would he fuck me now? He knelt down and grabbed her ankles, pulling them behind her, all of her weight on her wrists as he held her tight, her legs spread around his hips, his bouncing cock beating at the entrance of her pussy. His fingers pinched her nipples, not as hard as Bill, but more to make them aroused, finally his hands slid down her belly and found her pussy. He began to masturbate her, knowing she was arousing him by the way his cock quivered and jerked near her pussy. Even though she had cum, she would welcome him inside her, wanting to feel the flesh of a cock open her up. Instead, he deserted her again. What was in store for me now?

It took only minutes before they had secured her as though they had planned this in such details. One minute she was on her back, her wrists bound in front of her. The next her legs were bound by leather to two chains that hung down from the ceiling. They were separated, about two or three feet apart. Bill began to raise the pulley, her legs moving higher and higher until they left the table, Bill not stopping until her ass no longer touched the table either. Her legs were spread wide, her pussy opened up to whatever they desired, whether it be pain or pleasure. They both gathered around her naked, bound body and took liberties with it, including spanking almost every available inch of it. Then they rose her up higher, the pulley merciless. They stopped long enough so they could abuse her flesh, spanking and prodding her, but it was Hank that found her tight hole between her cheeks with his mouth, his lips kissing her anus as the forbidden hole went into spasms from the unseemly touch of his mouth and tongue.

She closed her eyes when the tongue snaked into her rectum, wet and moving back and forth, Kiley shamed by the oral assault on her ass, but she couldn't deny the perverse pleasure she felt at being touched in such a manner.

They tired of playing with her body, raising her up until her head hung off of the table. They pushed the table out of the way, lowering her down until she was at a convenient height. Hank slapped her hands out of the way.

She put her bound hands at her waist as Hank approached her. She knew what he wanted, his cock at a convenient height. She didn't have to be forced to open her mouth, Hank fisting his cock as he rubbed it on her lips. He held her by the back of the head. She knew that she wouldn't be just sucking his cock, he would be fucking her face, Kiley unable to stop him from doing what he wanted with her mouth and his cock. Her lips slipped around the hot flesh of his cock, her tongue tasting the salty cum that had already dried on the head.

She didn't have to do anything but accept it, Hank pushing with his hips until her mouth was filled with cock. Not as hard as Michael, but almost as formidable, it filled her mouth. He spanked her ass, forcing her to cry out on his cock, Hank forcing it in deeper with each cry.

His hands deserted her ass cheeks, but they went to her head. They began to guide her head, back and forth, his cock spearing her lips.

She made her lips as tight as she could and her tongue went to work on pleasing his cock. It had been six months she tasted a man's cum, eager to do it again. It felt good to be bound and servicing a man's cock with her mouth. Hank began to rub her pussy, even going so far as to lightly tap it with his hand, over and over until even the gentle touch felt more painful.

Hank couldn't believe how eager her mouth was. She was sucking him so expertly. He began to drive his cock in deeper, holding her head until he felt the head of his cock go to the back of her mouth.

Once there he gave a brutal thrust, a loud gag and then he felt the delightful contractions of her tight throat contract around his compressed head. He pulled his cock out, taking it all the way out of her mouth, as she coughed and spit up, but he was back into her mouth before she could fully recover. He took her throat continually.

She was being throat fucked and she could do nothing but choke and gag on the thick cock. Her mouth was filled with spit, mixed with his salty precum, but he only pulled out long enough for her to spit out, then he was back, his cock churning along her tongue to plug her throat once again. Her throat was raw, but he cared little, each time more of his cock entering her throat, her throat muscles unsuccessful in pushing him out. It was only when he wanted to pull out, did it leave, finally pulling free of her mouth so she could fill her lungs with precious oxygen and her mouth of the abundant spit. The blood raced to her head since she was upside down, growing dizzy from that and the lack of air, but he cared little. She felt him pumping her mouth faster, no long puncturing her throat, Kiley knowing that he would cum soon. She made her lips tighter, her tongue wagged all over his cock faster, even using the tip of her tongue to run over the hole in the head until she was rewarded with drops of thick, precum.

Hank fucked her mouth, his hips riding her, watching as the young girls sweet lips clasped onto his cock with such intensity. He was ready to cum, the first of many he hoped.

The cock in her mouth swelled up, the head feeling like it would explode. Hank was holding her head tighter, not letting her pull free of his cock. "PPLLGGG!' The cock in her mouth erupted like a fountain, Kiley suddenly having to contend with a gallon of hot cum filling her. She choked on some of it, but she kept the rest in her mouth, the crème so thick that it blanketed her mouth and teeth with the salty taste of cum. She began to rock her head back and forth, her tongue working again as she took a second load of cum in her mouth.

She gulped loudly, but the thick crème was hard to swallow. She slowed down her mouth, but the cock jerked and a third load of cum shot out onto her tongue. Hank was prolific.

Hank pulled his wet cock from her lips, but her mouth stayed open as if welcoming it back. He pumped his cock until another few drops dripped out, pressing it up against her lips until she took it in and her tongue lapped up his cum like a kitten with milk. He looked down at the young girl, his cum glistening on her lips, seeing her throat moving as she swallowed all of his sperm. Kiley expected Bill to take her mouth, but they seemed to have a script they were playing out.

Kiley didn't notice it before, covered in a white sheet, but she found herself lying down on it, the sheet gone to reveal it. It stood about three feet off of the ground, looking like a big X, with some support in the middle, but the four points of the X were only six inches wide and in each extreme corner was a black leather cuff. Kiley found herself mounting it, facedown. Her legs were spread as well as her arms, the two men securing her limbs as though they had done this a thousand times. It was hard to keep the position, her head having no support, Kiley having to hold it up. They had placed candles all around her, close to her as though they wanted to light her up for a more intimate inspection of her body. They left her alone, the nervousness returning, the unknown more scarier then reality.

Bill was the first one back and by the look of his erection, he was seeking satisfaction. He moved behind her, Kiley having a hard time to look behind her, but with her legs spread so wide she knew that he could gaze on all her charms. His hand slid along the cheeks of her ass and along her back. He moved to her head, one hand under her chin holding her head up high as his hand other caressed her naked flesh. She saw the leather strap in his hand, fearing that he might whip her with it, but instead he slipped it around her neck. She felt the uncomfortable tightness and the panic that he could choke her to death made her body freeze. He pulled the strap tight until it dug into her neck, gulping loudly as it became hard to breathe. She felt it grow tighter as he strung the other end of the strap above her and began to pull the play out of it. He didn't stop until her head was held up high, the strap too tight around her neck. It was slowly choking her. She couldn't move as he turned behind her, but she felt him. His hands were exploring her buttocks, running over them, pulling them apart until Kiley could feel the strain on her anal ring as it began to open.

Bill never had a woman in the ass, his wife refusing him, but Kiley would have no objections. She was his to do with as he pleased and he intended to sodomize the beautiful girl. Bound as she was, it would be easy and delightful for Bill. All he had to do was stand between her legs and he could enter her ass. If he wanted to go real deep, he could lie on top of her and pump her until he was ready to spill his cum into her guts. He began to go to work on her.

She felt one hand pull her ass cheeks apart and then felt something cold poured on her anus. She knew instantly that she would be sodomized, remembering how it felt when Michael took her there. He was big and it was uncomfortable taking something that thick and long in such a hole, but there was nothing she could do to stop Bill.

Her ass hole was so tiny, but he intended to get his money's worth.

He kept her cheeks apart as he began to rub her anus with his oiled finger. He slapped her ass when she tried to clench her cheeks, Kiley forced to relax them, his finger going back to work. With his other hand he went between her wide spread legs and began to rub her slit.

He was gentle, two fingers sliding up and down, not surprised to find her wet and hot.

It was so strange to be tied naked on her belly, her limbs tied and spread as a man masturbated him. She should be revolting, instead she began to immerse herself into the feelings. The finger on her anus began to press harder, feeling the spasms of her muscles, but the slick oil made her resistance useless. In seconds the tip of his finger slid inside her, moving from side to side to push aside her muscles clenching until he was firmly embedded in her rectum. The feelings came back to her. Huuhh, Haaaah," she began to breathe heavier as the fingers continued the gentle masturbation. A finger entered her pussy, but other ones ran up and down her slit, pushing aside her lips to gather up the abundant juices that flowed so freely. "HHHAAA!"

Kiley unable to catch her breath, the finger in her ass hole fully embedded, but it never stopped moving, the thick knuckles rubbing her as it plunged in and out, her anal ring stretched tightly around it.

Her ass and pussy was gripping his cock so nice and tight. He could hear her rapid breathing, Bill enjoying masturbating her, Kiley unable to control her own body. He sank his fingers deep inside her, bending them, making her feel them but all she did was cry out louder, not pain, but pleasure. He would make her cum, then he would have his way with her ass when she was open and relaxed. He didn't want to kill her with his cock, but she would have to take it all and take it hard.

It was coming, Kiley unable to control it. The fingers were driving her crazy with lust, even though she knew what was next. She couldn't even keep her body still, no matter how much she was bound.

Her ass began to hump up and down, not very far before the straps restrained her, but the added tightness on her limbs only increased her arousal. He was working over her clit now, teasing and rubbing it.

Two fingers were in her ass now, but she accepted them, almost welcomed them, feeling how they stretched her, forced her to take them. "HHAAHH! AAAHHAAA!"

She couldn't stay still, her insides sucking him in deeper. Hank rubbed her faster and harder, plunging his fingers into her bowels and pulling them apart, but it only drove her lust. He felt it then she cried out.

"AAAAAHHHHHH!" She came, clenching on the two fingers as though they were cocks and she was being forced to ring the cum out of their balls. She gripped them so tight that they could barely pull out, Kiley milking them as the orgasm spread through her body. It lasted forever, shooting through every pore in her body until she was spent. How could they make me cum like this? Should I be paying them instead of them paying me?

Her orgasm was barely over when she felt it. The fingers pulled from her body, but she felt something else. It was larger and hot, the head of a cock centered on her anus. It had barely had time to collapse down when a new intruder was seeking entrance. She groaned when her anal ring was forced open. In spite of two fingers opening her up, the cock head was much bigger. It stretched her, the smooth head of his cock lubricated, her muscles until to stop it. Her ring began to burn but Hank refused to relent. "EEEEHH!" The head of his cock suddenly slipped into her bowels, her muscles gripping it beneath the domed head to trap it. Her insides felt stretched around it, but she knew she would soon be forced to loosen up to take it all.

It was nothing of this world. His cock felt like it was trapped in a tight, hot blast furnace. He could barely move it, but her muscles danced over the trapped head like thousands of tiny fingers. He never felt so much pleasure. He waited for a moment, then his eagerness got the best of him. He began to push his cock in her ass, looking down as the tight little hole began to swallow up his cock. He pushed in about a half an inch until her muscles refused him entry any farther.

He back out just a bit, then back in, this time going deeper until he was stopped. He knew he just had to open her up. Once he was fully seated in her, then he could begin to ass fuck her with the full measure of his cock.

She felt the delicious pain of his penetration. It opened up such thoughts of when Michael had taken her virgin ass hole. He began to fuck her, inch after inch he fed her his cock. Inch after inch it stretched her and she took it with barely a whimper. It cramped her stomach when it banged in too hard against the soft walls, but he would back out and thrust back in again, this time more careful, this time smoother. It took a couple of minutes until his balls banged against her, feeling his cock jerking enthusiastically in her guts. She could feel the fullness of having her guts stuffed with the rock hard cock, but it was the perverse excitement of submitting to such a degrading act that made it bearable. Hank wasted no time in beginning to sodomize her. She felt her anal ring stretching over the shaft, feeling the thick veins stretching the ring, but it was the thick head that sucked out her guts with each withdrawal, only to push them back inside her until her stomach cramped around his cock.

Hank couldn't contain himself, lasting only a few minutes before he would come. He was rubbing her pussy, but she had already begun to milk his cock with her ass muscles. He was plunging in as hard and deep as he could, finally climbing on her back so he could shove every inch of cock into her ass. She took it, even when his weight crushed her.

It shot out and filled her intestines with his hot cum. It was so shameful and disgusting, yet her body was already seeking out another orgasm. She would love if they both took her at once, front and back and make her cum while they blasted her insides with gallons of hot cum. Hank might be old, but his sperm was plentiful, filling her guts, his cock sliding easily as he lubricated her ass hole with his cum. He almost passed out on top of her, unable to get off of her even after his cock had begun to shrink. She used all her muscles to finally squirt him out. Only then did he get off of her back. She saw him start to walk away when she said it. "Don't put it in my mouth and make me clean it off" She saw him turn around and by time he was in front of her, her mouth was open and waiting for his soiled cock.

It was longer then twelve hours, almost a whole day, the only thing Kiley had to eat was gallons of protein rich cum that filled her stomach. Hank and Bill were creative, taking her in every imaginable way that they had read about. Her mouth was used to clean their cocks or to bring them back to life. They took her both at once, Kiley getting her way, one in her ass, the other in her pussy, all of them including herself cumming at once.

In between their orgasms, they bound and spread her, taking delight in torturing her in the most intimate places. But they also found the time to make her cum, even at times that Kiley couldn't fathom why she would perform that way. For men their age, they must have each cum eight or nine time, Kiley came a dozen times. That was almost every other hour for a full day. She could barely walk when they let her go. She didn't get out of bed for a day afterwards, but that didn't mean she didn't masturbate in bed. She did, too many times, but she couldn't put it all out of her head. She knew that she wouldn't last six months this time before she sought out Cynthia for new men to have their pleasure with her.



* * * *

It was three years after graduating from law school that she met him. She had gone to work in a small law office that worked on environmental cases, the type of cases that were drawn out for years by powerful corporations that could throw money out for their defense, but she loved the challenge. Once out of college, she was no longer that young girl, in spite of her age. All they had to do was talk to her to know that she was far more experienced and intelligent then her age let on. It wasn't out of place for her to be with an older man, most of them that weren't married dated younger girl's, the married ones that were looking for a mistress were not interesting to Kiley. They were married a year after they met. Before they were married, their first sexual encounter together was the test. Kiley didn't want a plain vanilla sex life, but it would be up to him to bring it up.

He didn't disappoint her, their first sexual tryst on par with anything that Cynthia arranged.



Chapter 1


Airport Capture




Sandra was the last one off the airplane. She had enjoyed the trip, going to Brazil with twenty-four other girls for two weeks, but she was kind of a loner, though she hated to admit it to herself. They had all graduated last month from college, but Sandra was older than all of them, twenty-four, the majority of them were twenty-one or twenty-two. It wasn't that much of an age difference, it was more that they were supported by their parents and Sandra fought hard to finish college in six years, money her biggest delay. She wasn't smart enough to get the big scholarships, having to make do with grants, loans and part-time jobs to support herself.

She would be glad to get home, but mechanical problems forced them to land in Panama. They didn't know how long it would last, so they had to get off the plane, which required going through customs.

As she walked off the plane into the sweltering heat, she noticed the unusual activity. There were helicopters flying low and nosily over the airport, some of them Panamanian, but also a scattering of United States Army helicopters. She walked into the terminal to see all of the girls huddled in a circle, worried looks on their faces. She heard the television booming the news in broken English.

"General Noriega has been arrested by United States military forces and charged with drug trafficking following the impasse that had been going on for six months since his illegal election made him president.

The United States had protested the move and using the authority of the protection of the Panama Canal as its justification, took over the country with little opposition from the military or the civilian population. Towns and cities are in chaos, no one able to determine who is in charge. The Panama airport has been shut down in the last five minutes, packed with many Panamanians trying to flee the chaos."

"What are we going to do?" Sandra was scared. They were in a strange country, and being an American was not a good thing to be when Americans were invading the same country. She looked around, and there were no American soldiers, but there were plenty of Panamanian soldiers, all of them holding guns at their sides. They didn't look like they were ready to surrender.

"We'll go through customs first and then see how long before we can leave. We don't have much choice now that we are off the plane."

The chaperone tried to sound like she was in control, but she was just as scared as they were. "Stay together, that's our best chance," she warned the others. She saw the sign to customs. "This way; stay together."

They walked to customs, the lines already long in spite of the airport closing, but there were over twenty lines to clear people, so Sandra hoped it would be quick. They were promptly ushered into the lines, but the soldier with the machine gun in his hand pushed them each into different lines, the girls spread out, Sandra remembering the warning to stay together. She tried to move to one of the other lines that had one of her group in it, but the menacing guard pushed her back with an evil-sounding warning in Spanish that she didn't understand.

Captain Miguel scanned the lines after they told him a group of American college girls had landed and were going through customs.

The military and government were not happy with the American's so maybe this was the time for payback. He gathered his men. "One of these girls has to be stupid enough to be carrying some drugs, probably just a little marijuana." He looked at all the girls in line until he found what he was looking for. She looked a little meek and shy, but she was attractive, black hair, tight jeans that clung to her ass, nice long legs and a pullover that left lots of bare belly to his eyes, firm tits covered by the tightly fitting garment. "That one. The first man to find drugs and put it in her purse when you bring her to me gets a night in our jail with any of the female prisoners. I am told it is full of sympathizers that would be glad to trade favors for freedom.

It didn't take the men long to find what they were looking for, the youngest girl in the group had it, but when her purse was behind the counter, he took it out, handing the purse back to the surprised girl.

She didn't know how lucky she was. He took the bag and with another guard went to the line where the girl was just going up to the counter. They stood behind it as she handed it to the guard checking passports. The bag was already on the counter when the purse was laid next to it, none the wiser when it suddenly found its way inside.

The guard nodded to the others.

"Will you step this way?" He looked at her passport for her name.

"Sandra."

"Is something the matter?" She tried to turn to find someone in the other group, but they were all too engrossed in getting through customs in a hostile country.

"Nothing, his computer is broken, so you will have to go to the next line. I will take your purse to make sure nothing happens to it. Step this way."

She felt little relief when two guards accompanied her, more worried as they passed through a door to a long hallway. They were leaving the main terminal. "Where are we going?" Her voice trembled.

"Into the elevator." He nudged the reluctant girl with the muzzle of his gun, seeing her body jump when it pushed into her side.

The elevator creaked noisily as it went down. She wasn't sure, but it had to be at least two floors before it opened. The hallway was cold, had concrete walls and tile floors. There was a door at the end of it, a light shining beneath it.

"Sit here, and we will be with you in a moment." They pushed her down onto a hard, wooden bench near the door. Before she knew what was happening, a handcuff was attached to one of her wrists, the other end attached to the bench. They left her, but she had no chance of escaping, even if she knew where or how to escape. Her body was trembling now, and it wasn't just the cold hallway. Something was not right. The men disappeared into the room, but she couldn't see anything as the door closed quickly. It was only five minutes before they came out, her purse missing from their hands. She felt relief when they took off the handcuff from the bench, but they left the one handcuff dangling noisily from her wrist as if it were a piece of jewelry instead of a device of restraint.

Miguel looked at her as she came in, his cock already hard in expectation but rising more when he saw her body moving so sensuously. "Bring her over here," he motioned his men.

They stood her in front of the desk. She didn't have a chance to look around the room, her focus too much on the officer behind the desk. He had wavy black hair, a handsome face, though a little rough.

His arms were big as well as his chest. Then she spotted her purse, the contents dumped on the desk near him. There was something else.

In her pile of belongings was a clear plastic bag of marijuana, no mistaking the contents. It wasn't hers, but she felt the danger of the situation now. Are they trying to frame me?

"Stand up straight, hands at your side!" He barked the orders, seeing the girl jump to attention within seconds. Her back straight, her breasts pushed out, her arms clung to her side, but her hands were clenched in fists. She did a good job obeying.

She felt so self-conscious, his eyes scanning her body from head to toe. He was looking at her like a piece of ripe fruit. Suddenly, she found herself confronted with the possibility that she could be raped.

She knew she had to be careful, this wasn't the United States. She didn't say a word.

"Turn around." She started to move. "Slowly." She turned sideways until he could see her firm breasts thrust out. With her back to him, her firm, pert ass was highlighted in the tight jeans. He liked a nice, tight ass. She obeyed to perfection, slowly turning until she was facing him again, but now, he saw her face flushed in shame.

"You may leave us alone now," he ordered his men. They left the room.

"You have been charged with drug possession. Just like our president. It seems so fitting that you both come before justice on the same day." Captain Miguel explained to her patiently.

"I want to contact my embassy," her voice more pleading than demanding.

"Your embassy has been closed in protest by your government, though with your invasion, I expect it to open next week."

"Can I contact someone in my group?" She was getting desperate, wanting to tell someone where she was. She hoped they were looking for her by now.

Miguel got up and switched on the news channel.

"The airport has reopened to let the few planes still on the ground to take off. I am told that this charter of twenty-five American college girls has been allowed to leave by the Panamanian government in a show of cooperation. The airport is now closed once again, the terminals cleared of everyone. It will not reopen until the conflict is resolved. The terminal officials fear for the safety of anyone at the terminal, because the Americans will probably seize it first. We will stay on the air as long as possible, but we never know when the Americans will cut off our power."

Sandra's last hope just took off. It was her plane. With the confusion, they probably didn't realize that she wasn't on it. Once it took off, there was nothing they could do except radio her disappearance. "When will I be charged?"

"That has already happened, Sandra. Our judicial system is more streamlined than yours. Our president has seen to that. We don't cater to the defendants as your government does. We don't have time for criminals."

"When will I have my trial?"

"There already has been a trial, Sandra. It went before four judges, but I am afraid with the evidence in plain sight, you didn't have a chance at an acquittal. I pleaded your case, but American's are not in high regard at this time."

"No trial!" She couldn't hold back her anger any longer, but the moment she said it, she knew she was in trouble.

"That is not a way to win your freedom, Sandra." He stared at her with his piercing eyes.

"I'm sorry. I'm scared." She was trembling as she stood there.

"Understandable but not tolerated. You do have me though. We are not altogether cruel."

"You?" She was confused.

"I am what you would probably call your advocate. Like a lawyer, but I don't argue your case. I am here to make sure that your sentence is fair. For the offense, the normal sentence is three years in one of our more notorious prisons for women."

"I'm sorry; I thought you were one of the guards."

"No, I am here to protect you and to help you. I'm your friend, your only friend, so remember that. I am also your only connection to the judges that will decide your fate."

"What will happen to me?" she asked nervously.

"I am going to try for leniency. You are young and innocent, but it will require your full cooperation. The judges do not like you, even though they haven't seen you, because you are an American. You must help me convince them to see you as a young woman, not a young American."

"If I get leniency, when would I get out?"

"If we are both good at convincing them, I could get you on an airplane in two days. I have already got them to agree for me to keep you here instead of sending you to our women's prison. I don't think you would last one night before you are raped by either the guards or the female inmates because you are American."

"Thank you," feeling some relief. She heard too much about prisons in foreign countries.

"You may call me Captain Miguel."

"Yes, Captain Miguel." He was almost like her savior. He was going to save her from a hideous fate. He had to be in his forties, a bit younger than her father. He would take care of her like her father always did. She had no choice but to put her fate into his hands, no one else knew where she was.

"I have to see the judges to plead your case, so I am going to have to secure you. You don't want me to get into trouble if something should happen to you, do you?" He got up from the chair and walked over toward her. He saw the way she was looking at him, sizing him up, seeing if she could trust him or should fear him.

He was bigger than she expected, standing over six feet tall. He could easily overpower her. She had come down the hallway, deserted, two floors down from an empty terminal. She was trapped, she had no choice. He walked up next to her. He looked down at her, he put his hand on her face and pushed a strand of hair out of her eyes so gently, not what she expected. "No, Sir." His hand went down her neck, sending goose bumps on her skin. She didn't understand the feelings that were racing through her body.

"I will use smooth, slick leather straps to restrain you. They won't cut into your skin like handcuffs or chains. Step over here," he nudged her along, but his hand went around her waist as if it were the most natural thing to do. He expected her to recoil from his touch, but she barely acknowledged it.

She was going to be restrained, the thought terrified her, but at the same time she felt something that she couldn't explain. It was the same feeling she had when she was handcuffed to the bench outside.

She was defenseless and vulnerable. Maybe that is why she was so trusting of Captain Miguel. It was her only choice in this foreign land. She stood in the center of the room, looking around, finally able to concentrate on something other than her problem. It was a single room, with what looked like a bathroom on the far side; the other door was the one she came through. Captain Miguel had his desk and same cabinets behind it. On one side of the room was a shower, outside the bathroom, a single shower in a tile pan, but there was nothing around it, open for all to see. She only hoped that she would get out of here before she would have to use it. She would rather stink than strip naked and take a shower in plain sight.

On the other side of the room, a thick pole ran from the ceiling to the floor, steel bolts securing it at both ends as if it needed great strength. She saw a bed next to it, a double bed that was hastily made or wasn't used in a long time. There was a tan, metal, double-door cabinet, but it was closed.

He pushed a button on the remote control until the leather straps came down silently from the pulley in the ceiling. She jumped when they suddenly popped in front of her face; he was sure that it was not what she was expecting. "It's okay," he stroked her shoulder, "I won't hurt you." He wanted her to get used to his hands touching her body and face. "See," showing her the straps. "They slip around your wrists and when the slack is taken up they will tighten up. They won't leave more than a little indent in your skin that will go away in a few minutes." He rubbed the smooth straps along her arms until he saw goose bumps appear, but he could make out the beginning of hard nipples poking out of her bra.

The leather was soft and supple, not what she expected. It almost felt good when he rubbed her arms with it. She put her hands out for him, feeling his large hand encircle one of them and then he gently put the strap around it. He did the same with her other wrist, lightly touching her arm and hands as he did so, as though he was caressing her. She shivered. "That's not tight," she said, surprised at how loose they were.

"I'm going to pull the straps up now, Sandra. Relax and let your arms rise, don't fight it, the pulley is too powerful for you to resist."

He saw her look at him with large, frightened eyes, but the pulley was already pulling the slack out of the straps and her hands began to tug upward.

She struggled for a moment when the leather tightened on her wrists until they were snug. It was as he said, they didn't dig into her flesh, but she knew she was secured. It was natural to fight the machine that drew her wrists up, to panic, but Captain Miguel smiled at her as if to soothe her anxiety. He touched her wrists when she fought it, Sandra feeling a comfort in it as though he was helping her through it. She let her arms go limp as they slowly rose up to her head, but they didn't stop, the unseen machine pulling them up higher, slowly but unyielding. "How high?" Her voice stammered.

"To make sure you don't hurt yourself, I will draw your body taut. I don't want the straps to be too loose and accidently get wrapped around your neck when I am not here. You will get used to it. You will be bound this way often while you are here." He rubbed her face again, gently from her cheek all the way across her trembling lips.

She didn't recoil. "I'll take good care of you, Sandra. Just do what I say and everything will be okay."

Her arms were high up; over her head, and they were still rising.

They began to straighten out, feeling pressure on her joints as the muscles began to grow taut. She could feel her stomach muscles tighten, looking down to see her breasts pushed out in front of her as if she were teasing Captain Miguel with them. She didn't say anything, trusting him that he would stop when it was right. She felt relief when it did, yet all she could think about was the word he used.

Bound.

"I'm going to take off your shoes. You will be more comfortable without them when I pose you." He kneeled down, his hand running down her inside calve lightly until he got to her shoes. He slipped one of them off, his fingers caressing her toes and ankle before he went to the other. He lifted her leg to get the other off, her muscles relaxing to let him have his way with her legs. Would she do the same thing if I were spreading her legs? He rubbed her other foot and then released it, her bare feet flat on the floor. He stood back up. "Is that more comfortable?"

"Yes, Sir." She could still feel the way his fingers touched and massaged her feet. She looked up, surprised when the pulley began to rise again, thinking that he had her the way he wanted her. Her body was already stretched tall; she couldn't go much more unless her body was pulled off the floor.

"I want you to get on your toes, Sandra. Can you do that for me?"

He looked into her searching eyes as she tried to figure out what was happening.

She had no choice, the straps continuing to draw her arms up, the bottoms of her feet unable to touch the floor completely. She arched up onto her toes, but the straps kept going until she was almost on the tips of her toes like a ballerina. The only thing that kept her from falling over was her bound hands. She could feel every muscle in her body stretched taut. How long would he leave me like this? It wouldn't take long before her muscles began to revolt and cramp.

He turned her around, Sandra pirouetting on her toes until she was facing the mirror that he had placed against the wall. "See how beautiful you look, Sandra. That is how we are going to get the judges to sympathize with your plight. They want to see you helpless and repentant."

He called her beautiful, and she couldn't deny the way she looked in the mirror. She'd never seen her body displayed in such a way. Her breasts were thrust out, her legs drawn, her buttocks clenched tight.

She even felt the gentle contractions of her pussy muscles as though they were clenching on an unseen lover. He had her bound and helpless. She watched in the mirror as he walked around behind her, his hand on her naked waist, her pullover pulled up high by the way she was bound. His hand slid around her until she felt him touching her back. She looked at her breasts, ashamed to see her nipples hardening. She didn't want him to think that he was arousing her, but something was.

He pushed up against her ass, feeling her buttocks contracting and clenching from balancing on her toes. It made his cock stir and jerk against her buttocks. His hands slid around her waist again, stopping on her belly so she could see his hands touching her so plainly. He moved his hands in ever widening circle, the pullover pulled up so high that it barely covered her bra. His fingers touched from her waist until he found the bottom of her bra and then quickly slid back down as if he went to high by mistake. Her nipples were responding, growing harder and more pronounced.

She could feel it twitching against her ass, knew it was his cock.

She couldn't stop her buttocks from clenching. She was doing it, teasing him with her ass. She felt so ashamed, but there was nothing she could do to stop herself from arousing him. His hands slid over her smooth stomach, his hands soft and gentle. They moved all the way up, Sandra holding her breath when they touched her bra beneath her pullover, afraid they would touch her breasts and find her shameful nipples. They felt like they were growing bigger in anticipation for his touch. His hands slid back down to the waistband of her jeans, slipping along the edge.

"Girls' jeans are so tight. I'm going to unbutton them so they won't cut into your skin. I want to make sure you are comfortable, I will be gone for at least an hour." He felt her body trembling when his fingers found the snap on her jeans. Her buttocks quivered uncontrollably, her breathing ragged and shallow, her breasts heaving up and down as she grew excited.

He is going to open my jeans. How much farther would he go?

She felt the pressure go off her jeans when he released the snap, but he didn't stop there. She heard the soft whisper of her zipper sliding down, the gentle pressure of his fingers against her mound as he slid the zipper all the way down. She saw his fingers work on her pants in the mirror, folding the two sides open so that her thin, white panties were revealed. She felt a sudden wetness rush through her pussy.

She still said nothing, even when his hands returned to caressing her stomach. She watched in the mirror as she felt them sliding up and down her naked belly, but this time, there was no thick jeans to stop his fingers. She arched her ass back, rubbing it shamefully against his erection, but she couldn't help it when one of his hands slid into the waistband of her panties and she felt a man's fingers ignite the follicle of her bush and tingles race to her pussy. It was only for the briefest of seconds, but even when they were gone her pubic hairs were still resonating from his touch.

"I have to go now, Sandra. I will be back soon." He reached over to her neck and his lips touched the soft, tender skin of her neck, tasting the sweetness of her perfume. He kissed her skin gently, but then his teeth nibbled lightly on the skin. His hands never left her naked belly, pulling her back onto his erection. She said nothing, did nothing to stop him. Her body trembled in his hands. He left her that way, closing the door behind him to trap her inside.

She didn't know what just happened. All she could see in the mirror was her body bound so sensuously as if she were posing to please Captain Miguel. She could still feel the wetness on her neck where he had kissed and nibbled her skin, forcing her back onto his throbbing erection. She said nothing, but her nipples showed it all.

They were hard and throbbing, wishing that he would come back and touch them. Wishing she could rub her ass on his erection to show him how much she wanted to please him. He was being so nice to her, helping her, protecting her. She saw nothing wrong in the way he was touching her. She was his bound prisoner to do as he pleased.

There was nothing she could do to stop him.



Chapter 2

Sucking for Freedom


There was no clock to watch, no windows to see out, all sense of time lost on Sandra. The longer she went alone, the worse her arousal became. All she could see was her bound, erotic pose and all she could feel was the lingering touch of Captain Miguel's hands on her body.

The door opened, and he walked in, the bulge in his pants unable to be hidden, the thought of Sandra waiting for him making him rock hard. He had only been gone for thirty minutes. "The judges left me waiting, but I have an appointment with them in a half hour. I thought I would see how you are doing, Sandra." He walked up to her, staring at her face, only inches from each other. "I am going to have the judges come and visit you so that they can place a face and body with your name. I want them to remember you for something besides your offense. They haven't seen a lovely, young girl like you in a long time, so you need to make an impression. They are thinking of cruel punishment. You must show them a delicate flower that must be protected."

He was staring into her eyes when she felt his hands touch her naked stomach again. They slowly caressed her in widening circles, both hands moving up her stomach. She held her breath when his fingers touched the edge of her bra beneath her pullover, but this time, they didn't stop. She felt two large hands gently cup her breasts. She didn't flinch from the touch or stray from his stare as the fingers began to squeeze her breasts. His hands were powerful; she could feel her nipples ready to burst as the blood was pushed into the very tips.

"Such young, firm breasts, Sandra." His fingers sought out her nipples, not hard to find. They were sharp and pointed as they stuck out her bra. "Your nipples are hard, Sandra." He began to squeeze them until he heard her moan.

She felt him pinching her nipples. She couldn't stop the moan, it wasn't pain she felt, but pleasure.

"Do you like that, Sandra?" He wanted to hear her surrender. He pinched harder, seeing her lips clench tight, quivering, but she thrust her breasts into his hands.

"Yeeess," she hated to admit t, but he already knew, Sandra couldn't contain her moans. He fondled, pinched and teased her breasts and nipples until her pussy was soaked with her juices. He moved behind her once again, Sandra openly thrusting her ass back onto his erection, clenching her cheeks as she moved them from side to side, feeling the excitement of the jerking cock against her ass. She was exciting him as much as he was her.

"I have to go in a few minutes to plead your case, but I can't leave you in this condition, Sandra." His hands reached around her belly again, Sandra sucking in her gut when his fingers found the edge of her panties. His hand slid inside, rubbing over her silky, pubic hairs, but he didn't stop there this time. His fingers found the wet lips of her pussy, peeling them aside to run up and down her drenched slit. She cried out, afraid she had already cum, but it was only seconds before she did. Her bound body was overexcited, Sandra unable to contain her lust. She came on his fingers as she masturbated her ass on his cock, but there would be no pleasure for him, only for her this moment.

She couldn't help it. One minute she was welcoming his hand in her panties, the touch of his strong fingers on her slit set her off on an explosive orgasm through her bound body. She'd never felt anything like this. It was as though she had no control over her own body, Captain Miguel giving her permission to cum for him. She eagerly accepted. Not even the shame after her orgasm went away could lessen the feelings that raced through her body. He left her again, this time, her panties drenched.

He took longer, or maybe it just felt that way, hoping that he would come back and set her body on fire again. The door finally opened, Sandra smiling at him as he walked in. He walked over to her, the straps slowly lowering down from the ceiling. Had he secured my release?

"Good news, the judges will be here in twenty minutes, so we must hurry. I want them to see you in a new light." He pulled the leather straps off of her wrists. "The judges are all in their late fifties to early sixties. It has been a long time since they saw anything so fresh and firm as you. Take off your pullover and bra. I will string you up again. I want them to have a lasting impression of who you are when they leave."

She couldn't believe what he'd just told her o do. If he wanted her to do it for him, she would eagerly strip, but this was different, the judges were old men with cold, clammy hands. "Do I have to?" She saw the anger in his eyes.

"I am trying to help you, Sandra. Do you think that the judges are just going to let you go for no reason? This is a negotiation; they want to send you to prison. Do you realize what that would mean if they did? No one knows where you are. You would never come out in one piece after three years. They'll take your body in such perverted and degrading ways that you wouldn't even be able to face your own reflection in the mirror. Do you want my help, or should I abandon you, too?" He hoped that he was scaring her, for there would be more trades that she would have to accept, but once she did the first, the rest would be easier.

He scared her to death with his warning. He couldn't abandon her.

She knew she had no choice now; her only hope was that Captain Miguel would take care of her and not force her to do anything that she would regret. "I'm sorry. It's hard for me. I don't understand what is going on. I have to rely on your judgment." She stepped back and pulled the pullover over her head. She put it on the desk. When she walked back over in her bra, Captain Miguel was waiting for her.

"Face the mirror; I will take off your bra." He wanted the honor of baring her breasts for the first time. Soon, she would not be ashamed of showing her body to him or the judges.

She saw her reflection in the mirror, Captain Miguel opening her bra with expertise, a quick snap and the tension was gone from the elastic strap. She put her hands to her sides as he slipped the straps off her shoulders. It slid down her arms, her nipples stimulated as the bra slid over the sensitive tips until it fell to her feet. She felt him push on the center of her back until she arched her full, naked breasts for him to gaze at.

"Yes, the judges won't forget you, Sandra. Just follow my orders, and you will get out of this all right. You just have to show them you are sorry and willing to repent. I will make sure that your punishment is as lenient as possible. Now, put the leather straps back on so I can show off your half-naked body to the best advantage." He put her wrists back into the straps and pulled her arms until she was drawn taut, standing on her tiptoes. Her pants were still undone, the zipper down, her white panties revealing a hint of the secrets that lay beneath.

She couldn't believe that her nipples were so big and red, swollen as if she wanted to show everyone. It was even more erotic when she was half naked, wishing there was time for Captain Miguel to masturbate her one more time before they showed up, but she could already hear the doors of the elevator opening down the hall. They would be coming in the door any minute now.

The judges walked through the door and were impressed with Captain Miguel's work. The most beautiful, young American girl they had seen in years hung by the ceiling, perched on her toes, every muscle in her body drawn taut by the bondage, but nothing could compare to the large, firm breasts that were thrust out so brazenly.

She had big brown areolas, but it was the large nipples that stood out like giant pebbles that beckoned their eyes.

She decided they were not as bad as she'd expected, but nothing so virile as Captain Miguel. They all wore black robes, some of the men were bigger than the others, but they were no longer in their prime.

They walked over to her, her body bound and half naked. They looked at her like a piece of meat but didn't speak to her, Captain Miguel told her not to speak directly to them. That would be disrespectful, that was his job. She should have expected it, but nothing could have prepared her. One of the judges moved up to her, his hand sliding over her naked belly. Sandra's eyes pleaded with Captain Miguel, but his eyes told her to submit quietly. She felt hands reach to her naked breasts, fingers eagerly digging into her flesh and pinching her. She felt her nipples rubbing against his palms, making them grow harder. For long minutes, his fingers dug white rows in her breasts from the harsh treatment. Then she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth as his head bent down and she felt hot, wet lips enclose her nipple and suck it deep into his mouth. His other hand continued to fondle her other nipple, keeping it hard until his tongue licked from one nipple to the other and sucked the other nipple with equal haste. She felt uneven teeth rubbing back and forth over her nipple until she was sure that he was going to saw it off. Finally, he pulled away, leaving her wet nipples to cool in the breeze.

Captain Miguel watched her submit to the judge's fondling and sucking of her young, firm breasts. They were rough and rusty with experience, but she suffered in silence until they were all finished mauling her young flesh. She didn't even cringe when the last judge's hands slid into her panties; he saw her eyes shed tears as she yelped silently. He must have yanked a sprig of her pubic hairs out harshly to test her resolve. She had passed, the judges left. He followed them outside, making the deal. They would be back in an hour for her to show her gratitude to them.

"You passed the test, Sandra." He moved up next to her, one hand on the back of her head to hold her still. "Stick out your tongue."

Her naked breasts were rubbing against his shirt, his hand holding her head as if he were going to kiss her. She heard his order, her tongue slipping out of her mouth.

"More." She pushed it out all the way, his mouth coming down on hers, his tongue running over hers as he shoved his tongue deep into her mouth.

His mouth took her completely, his tongue shoved so far into her mouth that she thought she would choke on it. One hand was between her legs; the other pinching her naked nipple. She shuddered in unexpected pleasure at being taken so hard by a man that had always been gentle. It did little to dampen her growing arousal; anything was better than the judges. He finally broke the kiss, her face covered in his spit, her lips aching.

"The judges will be back in an hour, Sandra. We are on the way to getting you freed. You just have to show your gratitude."

"What exactly do I have to do?" She was afraid of the answer; last time, she had to strip to her waist. What would be required of me this time?

"Have you ever sucked a cock before?"

The words shocked her. Would they watch her suck Captain Miguel's cock? Is that what they wanted? She had never taken a man in her mouth, but she might be willing to trade for her freedom. She never expected to answer a question like this before, but she did.

"No."

"Then, we will have to work quickly. You need to learn the taste of a man's cum before they get here. I don't want you vomiting on one of the judges when he cums in your mouth for the first time." He didn't think she'd would agree so readily this time.

"NOT THEM! I thought it would be you and they would watch."

"Do you think the judges are some type of voyeurs that they only want to watch other people getting their pleasure? These are distinguished judges of our court. You insult me and them." He gave her his angry voice again. "I give up. I will tell the judges that you are not repentant and they should send you to prison. I thought you trusted me. I feel hurt." He gave her all of his pity.

"I'm sorry, but I don't think I could do that to them. They are too old; I don't think I could take their cocks in my mouth." She hoped that Captain Miguel would find another way.

"No problem, you wouldn't have to do anything. You will be bound with your mouth held open. They will put their cocks in your mouth until they cum. You will have no choice once your mouth is opened and the cock enters it. Just like when you are bound and they sucked and pinched your breasts. You couldn't do anything about it, and you survived. This is the only way. I had a hard time convincing them."

"All of them, four of them?"

"Of course, or the others would be jealous. Now, we have to get you a taste of cum before they come back. I'll be back in a minute."

He left her hanging there for five minutes until he came back, not wanting to give her a chance to respond.

She saw it in his hand. It was a shot glass, but it was filled with a milky fluid. He walked over to her, holding the glass up to her face.

She could smell it, the familiar smell of sex.

"Open your mouth and take it in. Swish it around your mouth so you can savor the taste of a man." He pushed the glass to her lips, tilting her head back. He wasn't sure she would comply, but her lips parted and he poured the cum into her waiting mouth. It took a long time for the thick cream to flow out, covering her tongue with a thick layer before it was empty. "Swish it around, but don't swallow it yet,"

he warned her sternly. He saw her face grimace with the first taste.

"See, it's still warm."

She felt the cum flowing into her mouth like slow lava running down a volcano. The acrid odor filled her nose, but it was the salty taste that flooded her taste buds. It felt like gallons were in her mouth, thick, floating on her spit as she swished as she was ordered. It stuck everywhere in her mouth, her tongue, her gums, her teeth, all covered in a thick layer of cum. It was Captain Miguel's cum that was the only way it was still warm. He must have masturbated into the glass so he could feed her his sperm. He let it sit in her mouth for a few minutes before he gave her permission.

"Swallow it."

That was even harder than taking it in her mouth. It refused to go down, gagging the first time, finally feeling it slowly sink into her gullet, gulping loudly, fighting to keep it from coming back up.

"Lick the glass. I don't want you to waste any of it." Her wet tongue slipped out of her mouth as he held the glass at an angle. She licked it until every drop of his cum was gone into her mouth. "Good girl, Sandra." He pulled her down and took the straps off. The judges will love looking at your bare breasts as you suck their cocks. Now, come over her, we can get you ready for the judges. Just follow my instructions and you will do well."

Sandra couldn't believe what she just did, but with the lingering taste of a man's cum on her lips and in her mouth, there was no way she could deny that she had drank it. And there was more of it she would have to endure before she was finished. She was led over to the thick pole. It looked like part of the building before, but now she saw it was lined with leather straps. That is why it was so secured to the floor. Nothing would be able to shake free once they were bound to it.

"Kneel in front of it." He pushed down on her shoulders until she gently lowered herself to the hard floor. He went behind her. "Give me your hands." She complied, reconciled with what she was about to be forced to perform. As soon as her hands were bound, her choices would vanish, the only option to take the four cocks in her mouth and suck them dry. He put her wrists in the leather straps and then pulled on the other end until they tightened. It took him only a minute to secure her to the pole, looking down at her, half naked, kneeling high up, her arms pulled up high so that it left her naked breasts unprotected for the judges to fondle at will while she was sucking their cocks. He took the leather band and passed it around her forehead to the back and secured it to the pole before she could protest. A second band went around her neck, hearing her gulp as he tightened it. "It's okay, Sandra, relax," he ordered, seeing her body begin to panic. "There's nothing you can do any longer. Relax and accept it."

It was worse than she expected. Not only were her wrists secured, but her head was pinned against the post, unable to move the slightest bit. The band around her neck was tight, too tight, her lungs filling with air as if they would get no more. Captain Miguel tried to calm her, but it was hard to accept what she would do, once the time drew near.

"You won't be able to do more than grunt and moan once I secure your mouth. I want you to answer me, one grunt is a yes, and two grunts is a no." He didn't wait for a response, not wanting her to see the mouth opener. It consisted of four clamps that went into the corners of her mouth, two on each side. They slid over her lips and inner mouth. They were both connected to an industrial-strength rubber band that he would secure behind her head. It was adjustable so that he could change the tension, which would in turn stretch or release her mouth on both sides. He could make it big to allow entrance to the thickest of cocks, or her mouth small so that the smallest cock would still enjoy the tightness of her lips around the shaft. He pushed each clamp into the corners of her mouth and quickly pulled it tight, wanting to get her mouth open and Sandra used to having him control the size of the opening as soon as possible. She panicked, but it did little good.

It felt like her lips were torn open, when he put it into her mouth.

She could feel something metal pinching her outside lips and inner mouth, but the worst part was the terrible pressure. It felt like her mouth was a gaping hole, Sandra unable to control the drool that began to run down her chin. Now she knew what he meant when he said that she wouldn't have to do anything, they would take what they wanted from her. Her mouth was just another hole for them to put their cocks into. She tried to look when she heard the door opening, but she couldn't see that way, but she heard them, the judges were back. They finally came into her view, all of them with smiles on their faces when they saw her bound with her mouth open for their pleasure. Now she knew what judges wore under their robes. At least these judges. Nothing. Four cocks pushed out the front obscenely.

Some were huge. They might be old, but that didn't mean their cocks weren't hard or big.

Captain Miguel welcomed the judges in Spanish, but his attention was on Sandra and getting her prepared for the each of the judges.

She had no experience, but even with her mouth forced open, she still needed to make some accommodations for their enjoyment.

She saw one of the judge's stand in front of her, and then, he opened his robe and took it off. He was naked, and Sandra cringed at what she would have to perform. He was mid-fifties but not in great physical shape. He had a potbelly, but beneath the overhang was his cock jutting out with a pair of wrinkled balls hanging down between his legs. His cock was about five inches long, thick veins running up the sides like vines on a tree, the head a deep red and there was already something glistening on it. She would be confronted with the taste of him as soon as it was in her mouth.

"Put it in."

She heard Captain Miguel's words and cringed. It was surreal to see a naked cock coming at her mouth and Sandra not trying to escape. Sandra felt the hot flesh touch her lower lip, the cock jumping to the top of her mouth with just the slightest quiver of her lips. It felt so heavy on her lip, but the judge seemed to be waiting or was just teasing her and himself. He didn't wait any longer, Sandra feeling the thick head pass over her bottom lip and touch her tongue. Her tongue recoiled away from it, which only made the cock more excited, bouncing uncontrollably in her mouth and hitting the roof before it bounced back onto her tongue. This time, she didn't move her tongue.

The cock slid in deeper, Sandra afraid of how deep it would go. She felt it slide to the back of her mouth before it stopped. She gulped loudly. She couldn't believe that she had an old man's cock in her mouth. She had never it done it to any of her lovers, but now, she was forced to having a stranger take the pleasure of her virgin mouth.

Captain Miguel allowed her grow accustomed to the idea of having a cock in her mouth and what she would do to it before he said anything. "I will adjust the hooks in your mouth each time a new cock is placed inside. You will have to tell me whether to make them tighter or looser. You want to be able to feel the veins and ridges on his cock around your lips. Your lips should seal his cock and keep it tight like a rubber band so he enjoys all the pleasure of your mouth.

I'm going to have him stroke it once so you can tell me. One grunt means make your lips tighter, two to make them looser."

She felt the cock move in her mouth, thrusting in and out as if he were fucking her pussy. She couldn't believe that she was actually telling him how to make her mouth suck better, but she did. She grunted once. She felt the pressure on the clamps slacken and her lips sealed around the shaft.

"Stroke her again."

She felt the cock sliding in and out. It was so lewd, but she could feel the bumps, ridges and veins on his cock as though her fingers were touching them.

"One grunt if it is okay that way."

"GGGLLG," she said, harder to grunt now that the cock sealed her lips so tight.

"The judge is pleased, too, Sandra. He can't wait to start fucking your mouth. A couple more things for you to remember. Keep your tongue flat on the bottom of your mouth. Keep it wet with saliva so that his cock can slide easily up and down to the back of your mouth."

He heard the saliva washing down in her mouth. "The next thing I want to know is when you taste him for the first time. I know there is a little taste in your mouth now, but I am sure that quickly he will leak out enough to bathe your tongue with some precum. Grunt once when that happens. I want to know how well you are doing. I will give more instructions once he gets going, but he is eager to begin."

"Her mouth is yours," he told the judge.

The cock began to move, out until her lips were stretched by the thick ridge around it, then the judge thrust back in with his hips, forcing the cock back into her mouth. She felt the bumps on the shaft sliding across her silky lips, but she also felt the smooth head of his cock sliding over her wet tongue as it slid quickly to the back of her mouth. Captain Miguel was correct; she could taste his manhood, the slight acrid smell of a cock and the saltiness of something that slid over her tongue. The cock began to pick up speed, feeling it slide back and forth, her lips gripping it so tight, feeling her lips purse out when the thick ridge threatened to break free, but it never did. The judge always quickly changed direction. This was actually happening to her. She was sucking a cock. It was so lewd, her mouth forced open, bound on her knees, taking an aging cock into her virgin mouth.

The cock made about twenty thrusts in her mouth when she felt it. As the cock dragged back out, it deposited a lump of thick crème on her tongue, grimacing at the foul taste, but she excitedly grunted loudly.

"GGGLLLUUBB!" as loud as she could.

Captain Miguel heard the excitement in her grunt. She had made the judge leak cum in her mouth. He saw her face grimace from the terrible taste, but it was her eagerness that he saw. He was sure that if she could answer him, she would tell him how proud she was in making him leak cum in her mouth. "Very good, Sandra. You must be giving him a nice ride with your mouth to make him leak cum already. Keep up the good work." The judge was still thrusting, fucking her mouth. Nothing would stop him now until he came.

"It depends on each of the judge what they like to do when they fuck your mouth. Some have regular-sized cocks, some have cocks that have thick girth, others have cocks that are unbelievably long.

Each will desire something different from you. Your mouth will only take about four inches of cock before it will make you gag. They might want to breach your throat, as you Americans call it, deep-throating. To make it easier for you, I will tilt your head back up until the opening of your neck is in a straight line. This will make it easier for a cock to slide down your throat. It will make you choke and gag, but you will find that when you gag, the hole of your throat opens up wider and actually facilitates entry. After a while, it will seem natural for you to have a cock in your mouth or throat." He loosened up the band around her neck so he could tilt her head back.

She couldn't do that, not take it in her throat, but already the judge in her mouth was thrusting further each time. Her head was tilted back, it wasn't her choice, and Captain Miguel had made it easier for the judge to plunge his cock down her throat. The thick head hit the back of her mouth with a force, slamming so hard that she gagged.

Her eyes filled with tears, the cock was already retreating, but it would quickly shove back in, Sandra fearing it would soon penetrate her throat.

The judge was enjoying the young girl's mouth, her tongue washing down his cock, her lips so tight, it felt like a tight band that sealed around his shaft. He looked into her green eyes, but his eyes were drawn quickly to her mouth, his cock spearing it so nicely, his shaft slick with spit when it pulled out. It had been a long time since he had enjoyed the mouth of a girl, knowing that he would unleash his cum in her mouth sooner than he wanted. He began to thrust harder with his hips, one hand creeping down her naked chest to grip the pink nipple that begged for his touch, his fingers clenching on it until he saw tears in her eyes. "Deeper, Sandra, take it deeper. I want to feel you swallow my cock."

Her mouth gurgled with each thrust, her breast ached from the painful fingers that gripped her nipple, but she continued to work her tongue on his cock, anything to stop this degrading act before he shoved his cock down her throat. It was too late, the next thrust sent his cock hurling to the back of her mouth with such power. The head plugged her throat, shoving the head about a half inch into her throat before it unleashed a gag. It was as though it was happening in slow motion. She felt the cock slide over her tongue, pushing it to the bottom of her mouth. As it neared her throat, she could feel it building the closer it got. Then all of a sudden her throat opened up wide, her stomach turning as it felt like everything was going to come out of her stomach. Before that could happen, the head of his cock was compressed into the tiny hole of her throat. She gagged silently again as the muscles of her throat tried to push it out, but the judge only pressed his hips forward more. She could feel it push in, another gag, another chance for it to go into the opening hole. It was terrible, tears running down her cheeks, her nose dripping, her stomach lurching, and all she could do was take his aging cock into her throat.

It felt like his cock was filling her mouth with his flesh.

"Good girl, Sandra. Swallow it," enjoyed the way Sandra was suffering from her first time at swallowing a cock. "You'll learn, and it will grow easier, though the other cocks are bigger."

There was no way she would ever learn to accept this, but she had no choice, pinned to the pole, her mouth forced open by the cruel clamps, the judge using her for his personal pleasure. He continued to press forward with his hips, Sandra gulping and choking furiously as more and more of his cock entered her throat. It was as though she was swallowing a sword. Drool ran down her chin, no matter how tight her lips were around his cock, it couldn't contain all the spit her mouth was producing, never mind anything that might be leaking from his cock. Finally, she felt the pubic hairs touching her nose and lips, the wiry hairs made her nose itch, she felt ashamed to perform an act. The judge began to rotate his hips, not pulling his cock out, but feeling like he was trying to corkscrew it in deeper. In spite of not being able to take any more cock in her throat, the corkscrew action made her gulp and choke as it stretched her breached throat until it felt like he was rubbing it raw. She would almost welcome the change to suck and lick his cock, if only he would take it from her throat, even to the part where he would cum in her mouth. Miguel had already made her swallow his cum, Sandra sure any man would taste differently.

Miguel knew the judge was ready to cum. "Fuck her mouth, Judge.

Let her feel your powerful cum fill her so she may swallow it and show you here repentance." He knew that it would only drive him closer to cumming.

Sandra sucked in precious air through her nose as he withdrew from her throat, her nose still running, flowing onto his cock, the taste filling her mouth with another foul taste. The cock popped free of her throat, but the mouth clamp kept her lips too tight around the shaft to allow more than a tiny bit of air to fill her lungs. She was growing lightheaded, but she knew that the only way to keep it from her throat was to make him cum, even if it was in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the head, the tip of her tongue finding the tiny hole and nudging out tiny drops of precum to coat her tongue with the pasty crème. She explored the smooth head, then the ridge around it, a large flange, Sandra finding out he was sensitive just below it when her tongue elicited a groan from his lips as it curled beneath the thick flange. His hips were driving the cock in and out, her tongue lathering up the rough shaft with spit, feeling the bumps and ridges slide through her soft lips. He was thrusting so fast that his balls began to shamefully bang up against her chin with a loud snap. He never slowed down, his breathing growing ragged, Sandra almost afraid he would have a heart attack before he came. She felt the cum filling her mouth the closer he came to climax, Sandra trying to mentally prepare herself for when that would happen.

The judge's body went stiff, his hips shoved in hard, his head held up high as he cried out his pleasure. He pumped unevenly in her mouth, Miguel watching as Sandra's cheeks began to bellow out. Her eyes squinted almost shut, her face crunched up and the smell of sex filled the room. Miguel heard her gag, but she could do little now but accept her fate.

She felt it shove in deep, surprised when she felt the head swell up as if it were filling with cum. Then it surprised her by its intensity, not expecting it to shoot out with such force for an older man. His cock erupted in her mouth, Sandra barely able to take the first load, the hot, thick crème covering her lips, tongue and teeth with a coat of salty cum. She gagged on the pungent aftertaste that it left. She found it hard to contain all of his cum, another stream shooting out almost as copious as the first. He cheeks bellowed out to contain it in her mouth, but she knew that she would have to do something before he finished cumming in her mouth. It was so humiliating, her virgin mouth filling with aging sperm, a third spurt was forced from his cock by the judge's hand that pumped the shaft of his cock that was free of her mouth, Sandra humiliated by the judge masturbating in her mouth.

There was no place for any more cum to go, yet his hand was still stroking his cock. Sandra took a deep breath through her nose, the stench of sex filling her lungs, but then she gobbled desperately to keep the cum from coming back up as she swallowed a thick lump of his cum. It slowly sank into her esophagus like lava running down a volcano. It took three times to cleanse her mouth of the cum, just in time to receive the final load of cum from the judge. It wasn't as thick, but just as salty. She fluttered her tongue over the head of his cock until he bathed it with his cum. He finished, but his cock sat in her mouth.

"Swallow all of his cum, Sandra." Miguel saw her throat fluttering up and down, then the soft hiss of a gulp from deep in her bellow. He could see it in her eyes; she had swallowed it all. There was almost a look of accomplishment on her face. "Good girl, Sandra. Now use your tongue to lick him clean. You must always leave a man's cock clean after he cums in you."

Sandra went about the degrading act of washing down his cock with her tongue and spit. She slowly pushed his shrinking cock from her lips, the tightness squeezing it dry as it slipped from her mouth, leaving a slick wetness down her chin. She saw his cock hanging limply between his legs, no longer hard and virile, an old man spent by her mouth. She didn't know whether to feel proud of her accomplishment or disgusted by the degrading act she'd performed.

She didn't have time to debate the ideas in her head, another judge slipping in front of her, his robe gone, another cock ready to seek out the pleasure of her mouth. This one was more formidable, at least six or seven inches of cock and still growing by his hand as he stroked it inches from her mouth.

The judge pushed his cock in front of her mouth until he could feel her hot breath blowing on the head and making it shudder in excitement. He had seen the way she had done the other judge, expecting even more from her now that she had some experience. He would show her what it was like to pleasure a real man in her mouth, a big cock that would tame her into submission.

Her mouth was finally free of cock, gasping loudly as she filled her lungs with air, drool running down on the floor before her, Sandra couldn't care, she was more interested in air than her looks.

"You did good, Sandra. Did you like the taste of cum?"

""MMMGG," shaking her head no as best as she could in the strict bondage. She knew that it wouldn't matter, three more judges to satisfy with her mouth. She saw the cock moving closer, Sandra having no escape, feeling the cock slip through her lips. This one was bigger, feeling her lips stretching to take it. She felt the smooth head slide into her mouth until it sat on her tongue, Sandra holding perfectly still.

"Stroke her once," Miguel instructed the judge.

The cock entered her mouth deeply, than pulled back. He could barely pull it out. "GGLLH, GGGLLGGH!"

Miguel made the gag looser. "Again."

The judge stroked her mouth again, this time his cock slid easier, though she could still feel the tightness of her lips around the shaft, including feeling the thick veins, this one having large protrusions.

"GGGGLLUGG!"

"Very good, Sandra. You may fuck her mouth now, Judge."

She heard the obscene words, but the judge was eager and her mouth was tight. His hips began to work instantly, the broad cock sliding in and out, each time her tongue worked over the head and shaft, hoping to please him. Her tongue curled around the head, slippery with juices that had already leaked out previously. The judge took her with broad strokes, her mouth going from empty to being filled with his thick, aging cock. This judge was older, but not fat like the other. His cock was hard, but not like a virile young man, there was a softness to its hardness. She could see his heavy balls swinging back and forth beneath him as he fucked her mouth. His hands reached out to her breasts, yanking on her nipples with painful excitement. It didn't take him long, but this one was more profuse when he unloaded his precum onto her unsuspecting tongue. His cum was different, not as thick, more liquid, but the taste was nauseating, almost as if he had pissed in her mouth. "MMMGGG," her exclamation still excited when she sang out his praise.

"You are getting very talented, Sandra." Miguel saw the look of disgust on her face, but it was too late, the judge already beginning to fuck her mouth with abandonment.

This one was harder to swallow. It felt like he was jamming a stick down her throat. She gagged and choked, but the thick head still had a hard time going down. Her muscles revolted, clenched uncontrollably around the thick meat, the judge using the brute strength of his hips to fill her gullet with his cock. It took five minutes, but by the time he was finished, at least two inches of cock was rasping painfully in her throat. She gulped and swallowed, but could do little but accept her fate. He humped her mouth as if he could get more cock in her throat, but his cock was too big, her throat too small. He had to be content with how far he was now.

The judge was disappointed that she couldn't take more of his cock, so he left it in her throat for long minutes, moving his hips from side to side when she wasn't gagging, forcing her to relive the brutal first thrust into her throat time and time again, gagging and choking.

Drool ran out her mouth, her nose running, tears pouring from her eyes, the judge making her suffer.

She was sure that he was out to kill her with his cock. She was barely conscious when he finally relented and pulled his cock from her throat. Even then, it took a long time before the dizziness left her, her lungs finally getting precious air.

"Wake up, Sandra. Work on his cock, make him cum," Miguel seeing the far off look in her eyes. He had to make sure all the judges were happy with her performance. Even one dissent could kill any deal he could make for her freedom.

"Let her work on your knob. She'll suck the cum out of your balls as if she were using a straw."

The judge was excited by the thought, pulling his cock out until her lips were pursed and barely able to contain the thick head. He held it there until he felt her.

She wasn't sure what she had to do or how, but she tried as best as she could. She sucked the head of his cock into her mouth, powerful suction drawing on it, her tongue slashing back and forth over the end of it until more liquid filled her mouth. She gagged but tried not to show her disgust, her tongue forced to run through the puddle that sat on her tongue. She spent five minutes polishing the knob of his cock with her tongue. Even when she grew tired, she never relented. The judge forgot all about her throat, or maybe she just unleashed his orgasm with a suddenness that hit him. All she knew was one minute she was sucking him and the next he was crying out and her mouth began to fill with his cum. It felt like gallons inside her, the cum not so thick, but a sickening liquid that fouled her mouth. She had to swallow after the first load, gulping it down as the second load was already spewing onto her tongue.

Miguel watched as her throat worked vigorously, gulping as she swallowed. The judge was working the cum out with his hand, her mouth sealed around it to keep it from escaping as he poured his contents into her mouth. For a virgin, she was working all of the men like a pro. He hoped that she still had the enthusiasm for the rest of her tasks she would have to perform for her freedom.

The cum sat heavily in her belly, still warm, gurgling loudly, yet she still had two more to go. His cock was monstrous, unable to even fit it through the mouth gag.

The next one couldn't wait, naked, his nine-inch cock forced through her lips. He stroked her without being told. Sandra reacted.

"GGGLHG, GGGLL!" Miguel loosened the gag, the judge stroking her once again. It was just the right fit, her lips clinging to the shaft like a second skin.

The judge used her mouth roughly, his cock not only driving straight in and out, but he pushed it in sideways until he could see the head push out her cheek until he expected it to pop through. His cock went up, down, side to side, filling her mouth with his rock-hard cock, letting her feel his superiority over her.

It was as though he was trying to punish her with his cock. She feared when he would attack her throat. He took a long time until the first load of precum filled her mouth. "GGGLLG." This one was thick and copious, bathing her tongue with a blanket of cum.

Once he gave her a taste of cum, he shoved his cock to the back of her mouth, jamming his newly released cum down her gagging throat with sheer force. He loved the way she cried out, gagging and choking, but he was harder than the last judge, the sheer force of his thrust jammed three inches of cock into her throat before he was stopped by her throbbing muscles. He didn't just sit in her throat, his hips moved it around, never pulling it all the way out, just enough to make her feel that she was about to escape. Then he would thrust back in, jamming so far back that she thought it would go into her belly.

He brutally fucked her throat, not for his pleasure, for his pleasure was her degrading pain. Ten minutes he kept it in her throat, hammering it each time until it felt like it was bursting from her belly.

It was thick, hard, long and brutal. He came in her throat, not even giving her the option, his cock stretching her throat wider as it exploded. At least she didn't have to taste it, but she could still feel the hot cum filling her belly. By the time he finished, it felt like she had ate too much dinner. He did let her lick his cock clean when he pulled out of her throat.

"I'm going to take the mouth gag off, Sandra. You'll have to accommodate him the best you can." Miguel pulled the gag off.

Sandra felt relief for the first time in a long time, her mouth feeling as if it were torn. Her belly ached from the cum that filled it, each time she thought of what it was she had to fight back the nauseas of what she had done. The last judge was before her, naked, two hands holding his cock. It couldn't be real. This was an appendage that had to be ten or eleven inches long, the girth just as impressive. She was still bound to the pole, but she had to open her mouth when the cock approached as if she wanted this. The head wouldn't even fit, her mouth aching as it opened as wide as she could, but she lathered it with her tongue as best as she could. The judge was eager, her mouth elastic enough to finally let the massive head pop in, but not without a lot of pain and stretching. Even as the head snaked into her mouth, it filled her cheeks, not a bit of room for anything else than his cock.

She couldn't even use her tongue on him, his cock forced it to the bottom of her mouth and the heavy weight of his cock kept it pinned there.

The judge knew he wouldn't get much enjoyment from her mouth, too small for his cock. He knew later that he would get another prize, a hole that would stretch and take any length, though not without considerable pain. He fucked her mouth as much as he could, but he finally pulled it out.

"Keep your mouth open and your tongue out, Sandra, so the judge can cum on them."

For five minutes she opened her mouth, her tongue out far while the judge masturbated his cock only inches from her pink tongue. He would stop to slap her face with his cock as if it were a weapon, or to rub the head over her tongue to leave a trail of his dripping cum on her tongue. Finally, he came; Sandra forced to stare directly at the hole in the end of his cock. It opened up and then a white rope of thick cum shot out, the hot cum landing on her nose to run slowly down onto her waiting tongue. He moved closer, this time the next spurt coating her tongue with the thick crème, choking as it shot to the back of her mouth. He stuck part of the head of his cock into her mouth and Sandra was forced to coax the next two spurts with her tongue and swallow it all. Only then did she lick his cock, from the slimy head, down the shaft and even choking as she licked his hairy balls.

Miguel finally released her, the smell of sex permeating from her body, her stomach filled with men's cum, her mouth still filled with their aging sperm. She was still half-naked, but that didn't even faze her any longer. It was as though it was the most natural thing. She looked at Miguel, his eyes staring at her. She already knew what he would say when the words came out of his mouth.

"Come over here, Sandra. Now that you have this new-found talent, it is time for you to use it. Let's see what you can do on your own, without being bound, or your mouth forced open." Miguel sat in the chair, but his hand was already opening up his pants. He saw the gentle movements of her naked breasts as she walked over to him. By the time she arrived in front of him, his pants and shorts were already around his ankles. He sat back in the chair, his cock needing nothing to make it stick out hard and demanding.

Sandra couldn't believe what she was about to do, but with the taste of men's cum in her mouth, there was no disputing that she had already performed the same act on the four judges. This would be different, she would be an active participant, so she was a little nervous about what she would have to do and how to satisfy him.

Thought the final result would be another mouthful of cum. She looked down at his cock, much more virile than the judges. She only hoped she could satisfy him. She kneeled submissively between his legs, her hands on his thighs, feeling the firm muscles ripple as she touched him. Her fingers moved closer, cupping his balls gently in her hands, feeling their heat as they cradled the wrinkled flesh.

Sandra was surprised his balls were so heavy. She squeezed them gently, but she heard Miguel moan with pleasure, his cock shuddered in front of her face. She looked into his eyes when her hand slid around the thick shaft, her fingers unable to get all the way around, the muscles in the shaft coming alive the minute her hand touched it.

Sandra griped it tighter to control it.

Miguel looked down at her, her wet, pink tongue slipping out of her mouth so sensuously. His cock quivered with delight when she blew her hot breath across the head, her fingers gripping it tighter, almost pulsating along the shaft. She moved her mouth closer, Miguel holding his breath until he felt the hot, wet tongue touch the head of his cock. His cock broke free of her hand from the exciting touch, but she regained her grip on the shaft, tighter fingers pleasing him. Her lips stretched open wide; her head moving forward until she felt the hot, smooth head of his cock touch her lips. She felt a strange excitement between her legs, wishing she had been stripped naked so she could touch herself. The cock slowly slipped through her lips, her tongue moving to greet it, flicking up and down the head until she tasted his precum that leaked out. It was thick, the acrid taste or the saltiness not bothering her any longer. She compressed her lips around the thick flange that surrounded the head as her tongue worked over the smooth knob. The cock danced in her mouth from her oral touch, Sandra so proud of her skills.

Miguel knew why the judges were happy with her performance, her mouth beginning to suck him with such skill. Her cheeks hollowed in as she sucked his cock deeper into her mouth. Miguel struggled to hold still and let her do all the work. It felt so good, her lips like tight bands around the shaft as it slid in and out, her head moving rhythmically back and forth, her tongue exploring every inch of his cock. She had taken four inches of his cock in her mouth and she was continuing until he felt the bulbous head of his cock bang against the back of her mouth. He said nothing, wanting to see how submissive she really was. Will she do anything to please me?

His cock filled her mouth, Sandra aroused at doing an act she thought was repulsive only hours ago. She was sucking a man's cock at her own volition, an older man that she hardly knew. She felt the head jamming to the back of her mouth, but there were still a couple of inches outside her tightly clenched lips. Her slurping sounded so obscene, but she moved her head backward and forward, side to side, anything to bring him the pleasure he deserved. She found that each time her head went forward more, each time it hit the opening of her throat with greater pressure. It took only two more strokes before it hit so hard that she gagged. She knew from the other men that when she did, her mouth opened painfully wide, but so did her throat. She didn't pull back. Instead her head shoved forward until she felt the big head of his cock compress into the tiny hole that was her throat. Her throat was sore from being rubbed raw by the judges, but she didn't back away. She expected Miguel to grab her head and force his cock into her throat, or thrust with his hips, but he did neither. He sat back and let her do all the work. She could only groan now, her throat filled. She pulled back, his cock popping from her throat, but she stopped when the head of his cock pursed her lips, then shoved her head forward again. She gagged, but this time, she didn't stop, sending his cock head crashing into her throat and sending her muscles into submission by the sheer force. She looked up at him as she sucked his cock, seeing the smile on his face as she performed orally on his cock.

In and out of her throat, Sandra took him, choking and gagging, yet each time, she shoved her head forward with enough force to choke an inch of cock into the tightest hole he had ever felt before. Her eyes were filled with tears, but it wasn't shame or pain that she was feeling, it was the retching in her stomach that made her eyes water. Miguel was ready to cum, not able to take much more of this. After watching her forced to suck the four judges cocks, he needed his own release in her mouth. "Take it deep one more time in your throat, then I want to cum in your mouth."

She felt his cock growing bigger with each passing thrust through her tight lips. Like the judges, it was a dead giveaway, he was readying to cum. She forced her head forward so far and fast that his cock slipped into her throat before she could even cough or gag, Sandra surprised at her own abilities. She thrust her head back and forth, all the while leaving the head clenched in her throat. Then she pulled his cock out of her throat, but still deep in her mouth. Her tongue gave it all the attention it wanted, licking, her lips slurping on his cock as her hand cradled his balls and began to coax the cum out.

It didn't take long. His cock spurted out his cum. It was so thick and copious, the first load catching her by surprise, almost feeling like a solid, not a liquid as it covered her tongue with a blanket of crème.

"EEEHH," Miguel unable to contain his emotions as his cock began to empty his cum into her waiting mouth. There was no grimace on her face this time, her mouth eagerly sucking up his juices as he continued to spurt load after load of cum into her mouth. He heard her frantic gulping as she tried to swallow it as fast as he came in her mouth, but still there was a trail of milky, white fluid dripping down her chin.

It felt like he came more than all of the judges combined, her belly so full, but now it was hot again, his molten cum filling her. She let his cock stay in her mouth, using her hand to coax the last few drops out onto her tongue before she went to work on cleaning his cock of the drying sperm. It took her a few moments, but she finally released it, slick and clean with her spit. She looked at it, surprised that it was still hard. Maybe he will fuck me with it. Her desires increasing, it had been a long time since Miguel had made her cum.


Chapter 3


Punishment for the Crime

"I'm going to string you back up so I can meet with the judges. I'm hoping that after seeing your performance, they will be more amenable to letting you go." Miguel took his time with her, the leather straps sliding over her wrists, her arms raised submissively over her head, but his eyes were on her full breasts as they rose up and her nipples began to push out so seductively. There were still marks on them from where the judges had played with them harshly when she was sucking their cocks. He waited until she was on her toes, her body drawn taut.

She saw him leave, a disappointed look on her face. He didn't touch her, her pussy wet, hoping that he would finger her to a climax, but he didn't even open up her jeans any more than they were now. It was over an hour before he came back, the anticipation killing her, but not as much as the sexual urge she had. She couldn't understand why she wanted him to take her; or make her cum. It was so degrading to be bound and forced to perform such perversions, but…

Miguel looked at her as soon as he walked in. She was so sexy hanging there like that. That is what the judges thought too. He saw her questioning look, taking his time until he told her. "They enjoyed the way you performed, but they are not quite convinced of your true repentance. They will need a little more convincing."

"What else can I do? I let them cum in my mouth and down my throat!"

"They have a desire to fuck you, Sandra. I argued with them, a young girl like you taking on four men; that would be cruel and harsh."

"Thank you," feeling some relief. It would be bad enough to take one of them, but four in a row, that was a gang fuck. Her pussy would never take such a beating, especially the one with the biggest cock.

"It will make it go much faster for you, Sandra."

"What will?" She was confused; she thought she wouldn't have to let them fuck her.

"I negotiated with them, and it was decided that you would take two of them at a time."

"Two, where, how?"

"Since they already had the pleasure of your mouth, we agreed that you would take on in your pussy while the other finds his pleasure in your ass. The one judge with the big cock would never get much satisfaction from your pussy, he needs a hole where he can put the full measure of his cock and take his pleasure from it. So he will get your ass."

Sandra couldn't believe what they were going to do to her. Not in her ass, she would never be able to take thick, long cocks up her ass.

It was so perverted. "Don't make me do that, please. Let me suck them off again, please," she begged.

"I'm not making you do anything, Sandra. It is your decision. You may choose to submit or else you can take your chances in our lovely prison system." She didn't have any choice; he knew that.

That wasn't a choice. She had already sucked four old men's cocks for her freedom; there was no turning back now. "Very well," she said so calmly that it even scared her.

"I will get you prepared. They will be here in a couple of hours, but I want to make sure that you can take them and please them."

She felt him come over behind her, hoping that preparing her meant something like pleasuring her, Sandra enjoying the way he took command of her body last time and made her cum. His hands encircled her naked waist, her nipples springing to life, hoping that he would touch and taunt them into hardness. She felt him push against her ass, his cock hard, Sandra reliving how it felt in her mouth. She couldn't move very much against him, but he was already sliding his hips from side to side, his cock jerking against her ass cheeks as it ran over her crack. She arched her ass back onto him, in spite of being on her toes when his hands slid around the front of her jeans and slid between her unzipped pants and over her panty-covered mound. She welcomed his fingers as they ran over her bush, stimulating the follicles all the way down to her skin.

"Let's slide those down, Sandra. You won't need them anymore."

Miguel slipped her tight jeans over her hips until her panty-covered ass was revealed. He stopped when they caught around her knees, but he had enough uncovered to play with her body.

She got wetter the minute her jeans were pulled down. It was almost a relief to be rid of them, his hands sliding over her mound to replace the material, his cock rubbing impatiently over her twin cheeks. She could feel it now, the jeans no longer stopping him from sliding over her cheeks, the thin panties doing little to stop him from feeling her. She knew that her panties would be next, a growing excitement in her body. "OOOHHH," she couldn't contain the pleasure she felt when his fingers reached down to her mound, strong fingers digging into her lips and pinching them together. She could feel the wetness flowing from her body, jerking back and forth on the rigid cock that pushed into her ass. What will it feel like when a cock entered in my backside? Will it hurt?

Miguel couldn't stop himself, pulling on her lips, but he released them, his fingers pushing into the top of her panties. He ran his fingers through the fine hair of her bush, gripping a few strands and pulling them out harshly, but he heard barely a whimper from her.

Her hips never stopped moving back and forth, not sure whether she was seeking his cock in her ass or his fingers in her pussy. He shoved with his hips to drive his cock hard into her ass at the same time his fingers found her slit and pushed aside her lips to find her inner lips drenched in her juices.

She stood higher up on her toes, her panties tore by his big hand, a finger sliding back and forth until he found her wanting hole, sucked into the hot, wet depths as though she used all her muscles to create a giant vacuum that drew it in. His finger was good, but she knew that soon bigger cocks would fill her. His finger moved from side to side, Sandra biting her lip to quench the cries of pleasure from coming out.

Miguel pulled his finger from her hot hole, long enough so he could yank the panties from her body, torn and thrown to the floor in haste.

He returned, this time two fingers splitting her open, his cock rubbing eagerly over her naked cheeks, pushing from side to side until his pants covered-cock was snuggled between her clenching cheeks. She might complain about two men taking her at once, but her body wasn't doing anything now to show her displeasure of the acts she would have to perform. He heard her wet pussy as he began to finger her, her body rocking back and forth.

If only he would touch my clit. His fingers inside her were opening her up, but she needed the stimulation of her clit to get her off. She felt his hard cock rubbing on her naked anus, his pants protecting her, but she felt something that she hadn't expected. She felt something pleasurable from his rubbing cock. It was as though she had thousands of pleasure buttons around and on her anus, his cock stimulating them until she felt a growing need deep in her bowels.

Can a girl cum from being taken in the ass?

Miguel pulled away from her, seeing the disappointed look on her face. "I'm going to train your ass, Sandra. You are going to have to pleasure the judges that take you in your ass." He stepped back; long enough to pick up one of the ropes on the floor next to her leg. He put a leather cuff on her ankle, the black leather digging into her pale skin until it was tight. He ran the rope through the ring on the leather cuff, tying it tight. He walked over to her other ankle and did the same, both of her ankles secured. He stepped back from her, reaching down as he rubbed his growing erection.

She felt it, her legs being spread and she could do nothing to stop it.

There was a soft hum of a motor and then her feet began to slide along the floor, Sandra unable to stop them as they parted. Miguel was standing behind her, but she could see his reflection in the mirror. He was staring at her ass as her legs spread and her cheeks were parting reluctantly. She gazed down as her feet slid easily across the floor, wider and wider, her crotch beginning to ache. She feared that the motor wouldn't stop before it tore her up the middle, her body beginning to sweat in fear, the excitement of what Miguel had instilled in her body by touching her going away. She tried to catch his attention, panic in her face, but his eyes were glued to her ass.

"Plllease, stopppp, it's too far!"

Miguel looked up from her gorgeous ass when he heard her panic crying. "Don't worry. I will stop when it is time. You can spread much farther, it will make it easier for a cock to slip into your ass and pussy if you are opened up sufficiently." He waited for a few more seconds until he stopped the motor. He looked down, her legs spread at least four feet wide, the tip of her toes unable to touch the ground.

He lowered her arms until it allowed her back onto her toes, her legs drawn taut, the muscles straining so sexily, but nothing could stop the thrill of seeing her pussy and ass opened up so obscenely. It was as though they were beckoning for a cock to enter them.

She felt some relief when he stopped the spreading of her legs, but it was still too far, her crotch feeling like it was being continually pulled open, her buttocks unable to do anything, the wide spread of her legs leaving her cheeks pulled apart. She would be ripe for a cock to enter her ass with ease. No one had ever touched her ass before, Sandra fearing it now. She felt Miguel move close to her, one hand sliding down over her belly, her body drawn taut by the ropes that spread her, sliding down lower until his fingers pushed through her bush. His other hand smothered over her ass cheeks, a perverse chill running through her body when a stray finger ran down her crack and over her anus, setting the tiny hole to spasm uncontrollably. She felt them both meet between her legs, lightly touching her pussy front and back. She could barely move, wishing she could rock back and forth until one or both of them entered her and gave her the pleasure she needed. The hand in front split her lips apart, feeling Miguel's fat finger force its way between, Sandra's pussy erupting to wet it with her juices. The one behind her slipped into her pussy, Sandra unable to move away as it drove deep into her pussy, the ropes holding her still. She realized that would be the way when they double fucked her, Sandra just two holes to pleasure them, the judge's able to fuck her as hard and deep as they wanted.

Miguel let her dance on his fingers, her body juicing up nicely. She might pretend to hate what he was doing, but her body betrayed her real emotions. He pulled the soaking wet finger from her pussy, sliding behind her, along the gentle divide of her crack until he got to her anus. He turned so he could look at the dark, brown hole that sat in a sea of white skin. It was so tiny and fragile, hard to believe that it would soon house some very large cocks. Not without some pain and discomfort for Sandra, but the judge's would relish every painful clenching of her muscles on their cocks. "Open up your ass so I can get you ready." He knew no matter how much he coaxed her, she would still fight it. That is what he enjoyed and would bring the judges such pleasure, especially the ones that would enjoy her ass.

She couldn't help it, her anus fighting the finger that touched it.

She could feel the way her muscles clenched and unclenching excitedly, in fear or in hopes of pleasure, she didn't know. Miguel's finger was wet, knowing it was from her pussy, the pressure building as his finger became more demanding, pressing harder against the tight muscle of her ass. She felt the strange feelings that raced to the depths of her bowels as her anal ring slowly opened up by the sheer power of his finger. No matter what Sandra did, she couldn't stop the inevitable, feeling the tip of his finger suddenly sucked inside her ass like a vacuum cleaner. She felt her ring tighten around his knuckle, Miguel making his finger move as it pushed into her rectum. Sandra never expected anything like this in her lifetime, but there was no mistaking that a finger had penetrated her in an unnatural place.

"Plleease, nooo!" She begged, but the finger began to push into her ass, Miguel's other hand began to stroke her pussy, all the way up to her clit. When his finger pinched her clit, it drove her body back, the finger shoved unceremoniously up to the second knuckle with a painful penetration, the hard, thick knuckle keeping her anal ring spread tight around it. It never stopped moving inside her, back and forth, side to side, her insides rubbed until he couldn't stop her ass muscles from clenching on it, not sure if to push it out or draw it deeper inside her.

Miguel began to finger fuck her, front and back, able to feel his other finger through the thin passage that separated her ass hole from her pussy. Even as tightly as she was bound, her hips still rocked her back and forth, Sandra crying out each time a finger went in too deep, pushing away only to have her other hole deeply penetrated. He began to feel her ass open up. When his fingers pulled lose from her ass hole, it was two fingers that worked back into her bowels, stretching and pushing against her muscles as they sought to push up the elastic walls so she could take the thick cocks up her ass hole. She didn't cry out any longer, soft moans and gasps the only noise from her clenched lips as she rode his fingers. He knew if he did this much longer, she would cum, and he didn't want that. It would be easier to accommodate the judge's if she were horny and willing. He still had to train her. He left two fingers deep in her bowels. "Squeeze my fingers, Sandra." She didn't do it immediately, his other hand grabbing her clit and two powerful fingers twisted and mauled it until she cried out in pain. As she did, her ass hole clamped tightly on his fingers. "Yes, like that, Sandra. We can do this the hard way for you, or the easy way. Squeeze my fingers with your ass muscles."

It felt like he was trying to rip her clit off, stretching and twisting it until the blood was pulled from the engorged organ. She knew what she had to do, clenching her ass muscles on the fingers that penetrated her so lewdly, even though it made his fingers hurt more when her insides tightened.

"Again." He made her do it five times until he was satisfied with her willingness to surrender to the most obscene demands. He pulled his fingers out of her ass, the tight hole barely surrendering them up.

"Pleaasse, don't leave me like this!" The fingers deserted her, her pussy clenching, but nothing was there for it to pleasure. Even the depraved way he made her squeeze his fingers could take away the pent up sexual desire in her body. It was the ropes that were doing it.

They kept her spread and open for anything he wanted to do to her, no matter how depraved or disgusting. It was nothing she would have ever done in her lifetime, but now she had to allow them to full use of her body for every depravity known to man.

"Don't worry, the judges are coming now. You will have both holes filled soon enough. Don't forget, they control your destiny.

Give them the pleasure they want from your body, no matter what."

Miguel wiped his wet fingers on her ass cheeks and stepped back as soon as the judges walked in.

She saw them looking at her, their robes pushed out from their erection, Sandra fearing the giant monster that couldn't even fit in her mouth. They walked towards her without a word to her, speaking to Miguel in Spanish. Two of them sat down to watch, but two of them pounced on her. She recognized them as soon as they undressed; her only recognition of them was the size of their cocks. One of them was the one that took her mouth first, average size, at least compared to the others. The other one was second one, more formidable but still something that she hoped she could handle, six or seven inches. She expected them to enter her immediately, but they fell to their knees, one in front, one in back. She could feel their hot breath blowing on her sex and her ass, then the touch of a wet tongue lapped at her pussy as the one behind her stuck his tongue out into a point until Sandra was forced to push her ass back, feeling the hard tongue pushing aside her anal ring and enter her. She never felt so much humiliation as the men went to work on orally servicing her bound body, the back so much worse as his tongue touched her in such an unnatural place. She never expected a mouth to be glued to her anus or a tongue to crawl up into her backside like a wet fish. She clenched her lips tight to endure it in silence, though what she was feeling was far from enduring. It felt too good, but she tried to mask her pleasure, the other men watching her intently.

Miguel watched the judge literally eat her pussy. He chewed on her lips, his teeth digging into the soft flesh and pulling on them, seeing Sandra's eyes open up wide, but she didn't make more than a whimper from her clenched lips. His fingers peeled back her lips so his tongue could attack her, finding her hole and with two fingers prying it open, entered her like a tiny cock fucking her. Miguel could see how expertly his tongue moved, so lucky woman had taught him what to do to her to make her cum. His face moved from side to side until it grew wet and slick from her juices. Miguel looked behind her, intent on seeing how well she was taking to have her ass hole reamed out by a wet tongue.

Fingers pried apart her cheeks, digging into the soft skin so close to the pucker of her anus until she felt the stretching as the fingers began to open her up. She feared why he was doing this, her anal ring opening but nothing entering it or stretching it wider. Then the tongue touched her there, wet and hot, rubbing along her anus, sending the muscles in uncontrollable spasms from the lewd probing. She turned red in shame as the tongue moved through the stretched hole and into her rectum, flicking back and forth. How could he do such a thing?

She felt it go in deeper, his nose pushed between her crack as the thick tongue began to fill her. It was so perverse, two of them eating her alive, her pussy and ass sucked and licked by hard, penetrating tongues while she was bound and spread like a sexual slave. No matter how much she fought it, the one eating her pussy was winning.

Even the degrading tongue that ate her ass couldn't diminish the pleasure of the mouth that ate, chewed, bit and sucked her pussy until her juices were flowing freely down her thighs. She was ready to cum when they deserted her again. Did all men know when I was ready to cum? They tease me until I am ready than pull away to leave me wanting.

The judges stood up, staring at Sandra. They could see that they had an effect on her, her body soaked with her juices and a lust in her eyes. They were eager to satisfy that lust as well as theirs, more important their lust.

Miguel had the one lubricate his cock, stroking it in front of Sandra so she could see it grow in desires as his hand stroked the oily lubricant on his cock until it glistened. "He will take your pussy first.

Once he is fully seated inside you, the other judge will take your ass.

It will hurt a bit the first time. If you push out with your ass muscles it will help to ease the pain. He will take you slowly at first, but once he penetrates you balls deep, they will both fuck you and fuck you hard. You are to please them with your body. Clench your pussy on his cock, clench your ass muscles on the one in your ass hole. The sooner you pleasure them and make them cum, the sooner they will be out of you."

She couldn't say anything, Miguel expecting her to do everything to make them men cum in her, fill her front and back with more of their disgusting cum. She saw the one judge stand in front of her. His face was only inches from hers, his hot breath blowing on her, his chest hairs rubbing against her swollen nipples that was pushed out like tiny rocks. She couldn't see what he was doing he was so close, but she could feel him. His hand was touching his cock, pushing it against her slit until the head ran up and down the wet flesh. The head of his cock pushed against her pussy, Sandra unable to do anything but relax her muscles to welcome it inside her. It wasn't very large, the head opening her up, but it entered her without any pain. It began to fill her, but not stretch her. It took only a few strokes before he was fully inside her. She did what she had to, gripping his cock with her pussy when she felt the head touching her cervix. She felt his cock shudder in pleasure.

"Good, Sandra. Not the other one in your ass."

Sandra feared this one. Fingers were bad enough, but a thick, long cock could be painful and harmful if she didn't do everything to accommodate it. She felt him behind her, his hand on her hips as if to steady her, but bound as she was, she couldn't move an inch to escape this painful impalement. The cock slid up and down her crack, feeling the wetness on it, slippery with the lubricant. She felt shudders in her anus when the head slid over it, but it moved down, only to return, this time stopping as the hot, thick head covered the tiny opening to her ass. She felt the cock in her pussy jump in anticipation, but Sandra was not anticipating what would happen. The body pressed up against her and she felt the blunt head of his cock fighting to enter her anus. She tried to relax her ass muscles, but her will for survival fought every push with the cock in her ass, yet she couldn't stop it as the sleek domed head slick with lubricant began to force her anal ring to open under the terrible pressure. He was holding his cock by the shaft to keep it from bending, all the while his hips relentlessly pushed towards the goal of sodomizing her for the first time. She didn't know what to expect, but the cry from her lips even shocked the judges. It felt like she was being ripped up the middle the minute the head of his cock was sucked into her asshole, her muscles gripping the thick ridge as if it didn't want it to leave. "EEEEWWWW!" If felt like a hard rock was shoved into her rectum and pushed against her reluctant muscles. The cock shuddered and jerked inside her for long minutes, making the other cock in her pussy do the same in response. It felt like one massive cock that was between her legs, Sandra unable to separate one from the other.

The two judges began to move. First the one in her ass began to push in, Sandra groaning loudly as the cock spread her open from the inside. It was huge, filling her, stretching her, the hard cock feeling like steel as it penetrated her ass. It moved in for an inch, out for the same inch, then back in, each time going deeper, each time plunging into a new virgin part of her ass. She could feel her intestines wrapping around his cock like a hot blanket, but all she felt was the way it filled her as though she had eaten too much, bloating her with his cock. In and out in his cock moved, slowly and methodically as he fed her inch after inch of cock up her guts. The one in her pussy was enjoying the way she bucked on the one in her ass, pulling all the way out before he plunged into the depths of her pussy, filling her. It was long minutes before they were fully seated inside her, Sandra gulping loudly as if she were swallowing them instead of taking them between her legs. The one in her ass finally hit bottom, Sandra not believing that six or seven inches of cock filled her like a balloon. Even when he bottomed out in her, his cock continued to jerk and quiver in the deepest, darkest parts of her guts.

Miguel watched as the cock pulled from her ass, her tight, brown ring gripping the shaft as it pulled out, inch after inch until it threatened to pull free. Then the judge thrust back in, the same time the judge in her pussy did. Sandra squealed an unearthly squeal, but she had no choice but to take the men's cock.

It felt like they were one, both of them spearing so deep insider her, her insides forced out of the way to accommodate them both in her tight holes. They began to saw in and out in unison, Sandra going from empty to full in seconds, her insides clenching on their cocks in hopes of making them cum and ending this fearful fucking. Her insides were rubbed raw, especially her ass hole, reamed out by the thick cock, stretching her with each punishing thrusts. When they tired of that, they switched, one filling her as the other withdrew, Sandra going crazy, unable to decide what she should do, squeeze and clench or release and accept, her two holes alternating from empty to full. All she knew that she was being fucked, well fucked by two cocks. Her body was buffeted by the two judges, the one in front of her even forcing his mouth onto hers, Sandra forced to French kiss a man as old as her father while he fucked her. It was as though they were lovers and she was giving him her body, instead of him taking what he wanted from her. It was the one in her ass that was the worse.

It was the humiliation of being sodomized, but it was the worst when both of them came inside her. She felt the shameful burning of the two men unleashing a torrent of hot cum into her body, especially the one that let lose in her ass, burning her up with a sperm enema. He continued to fuck her as he came in her, sliding easily on her cum soaked bowels.

Miguel watched as both judges pulled their cocks from her body, a puddle of cum dripping down on the floor between her legs. He had the untimely duty of cleaning her up for the next, but it didn't require much, the other two judges too horny to protest a little cum.

Sandra couldn't believe that she survived it, though her ass was sore, sore from the inside. Miguel wiped her pussy and ass of the drying cum softly with a warm cloth, but she saw the other two judges getting ready, stroking their cocks to hardness so they can have their turn inside her. It was the giant cock that barely fit in her mouth that scared her the most. He was going to shove that tree trunk up her ass and there was nothing that she could do to stop him.

"Let me go first, than you can see if there is any room left for you."

The judge with the monstrous cock told the other. He went behind her, pressing his cock against her ass cheeks, his hands sliding around to cup her firm breasts in his hands, fingers plucking at the nipples until they began to pop out. "Such a sweet thing," rubbing his cock from side to side, feeling the pleasure as her soft, silky skin rubbed his cock to greater hardness. "You're going to love my cock in your ass."

He felt her body shiver in fear when he hefted his cock up to her crack, sliding it up and down, greased and read to penetrate her. Her ass hole was no longer tiny as before, the last reaming opening her up, but not for anything like he was ready to shove inside her. His ten inches of rock hard cock had already grown hard after she sucked him off, the sight of her taking another judge's cock up her ass excited him.

She felt it touch her anus, or should she say cover it. The head was massive and hot, the flesh throbbing as soon as it touched her. She was thankful that it was greased, but when he began to press with his hips she doubted that it had enough grease to allow it to slip up her ass. He was going to kill her with it. "It's too big," she cried out, but the pressure continued, feeling her anal ring open up under the brutal pressure. She couldn't believe how far she was forced to stretch to take it, her ring burning as it opened, but he was still not inside. It hurt when his cock would shudder in pleasure, but his hips pressed forward, millimeter after millimeter opened her up. "OOOOWWW!"

Tears ran down her cheeks, but he held her close to him, as his hands continued to work over her nipples as he forced himself into her once virgin ass.

He couldn't believe it, but she was taking him, the head of his cock slowly finding its way into the hot, tight hole that gripped it. He looked down, three quarters of the head disappeared from sight, her ring slowly closing around the thick ridge. He grunted one last time and shoved brutally with his hips. That was all that was needed. He was rewarded with her shrill cry, but all he felt was the way her rectum sucked his cock head into the hottest, tightest hole he ever enjoyed. He struggled not to cum, her muscles trying to push him out, but all it did was milk the head as if she wanted him to erupt inside her.

"EEEHHHWWW!" Her ear piercing scream filled the room, her head shooting up in pain, but the rope held her spread. She had no choice, the cock finding its way inside her, her anal ring feeling as though it was torn, but it captured the head of his cock, the thick ridge keeping it trapped inside. "Take it out! Pllllease, take it out!" It lay in her rectum, the giant head pressing hard against the soft muscles, her elastic passage stretched to the breaking point to take him inside.

The more she tried to push him out, the more it shuddered and jumped in her ass. She began to sob, the head was stretching her wide enough, what would it be like when he shoved the rest of the monster inside her?

He ran his hands over her body, slowly down her belly, a thin layer of sweat already forming. His fingers found her bush, but it was seeking out her clit. He found it, not surprised that it was hard and erect like a tiny cock. She might cry out, but her body was responding in spite of what he was doing, or because of it. He began to rub the throbbing organ until she began to mover her hips, slowly at first. He didn't move his cock, letting her do all the work, slowly and methodically, his finger masturbating her clit drove her back onto his cock that jutted out her buttocks.

"OOOH, itsss soo biggg," but she couldn't contain her own lust as the finger played with her clit as though she was a fine instrument. It felt so good, too good, Sandra unable to stop from moving and the only direction was forward and back. Her buttocks clenched when she pushed backwards, Sandra forcing her muscles to relax as the fat cock pushed deeper inside her. She never felt anything like this; even the last cock was small compared to this. It filled every bit of her bowels, the head opening her up, the shaft following behind it, keeping her open. When he pulled his finger away from her clit, she tried to move forward to make contact again, but this only dragged the cock from her ass, giant suction behind the thick head as it tried to pull free. Once the finger found her clit and teased it again, she pressed back until the cock penetrated her, each time going deeper, each time stretching her. It felt like her other organs were pushed out of the way as it filled her intestines, Sandra fearing having another cock in her pussy, so close and cramped.

"Fuck me, Sandra; fuck your ass on my cock." The judge was becoming too possessive, the other judge waiting impatiently to get into her pussy and get his own pleasure. He had to let him, his hands deserting her clit, gripping her hips. He pushed with his hips, a groan from her lips, but he looked down as the tiny ass hole gripped the shaft of his cock as it slid slowly into her hot ass. He began to fuck her, hearing her gasps and groans, but she took him, inch by inch she took him up her ass, not by choice, but he cared little except for is pleasure.

She hated that her clit was left untouched and unfulfilled, but the judge behind her began to ass fuck her. It felt like a tree was sawing in and out of her guts, but Sandra was just as surprised that she was still alive or not torn. It stretched her in directions that she didn't know she could stretch, but she took it all, inch after inch shoving inside her. It took a couple of minutes, but finally she felt his pubic hairs rubbing against her ass cheeks. The cock inside her twitched in pleasure, her muscles reacting to the strange touch by clenching uncontrollably on it, only make it twitch more. Sandra looked up to see the other judge move in front of her, his face inches from her, but it was his cock that she felt first. It was already rubbing up and down her slit, Sandra grateful when it ran over her clit, but like the other judges fingers, it deserted her, pushing down until she felt it press up against her hole. It didn't take much effort for him to enter her, eager and horny as he was. He felt so much bigger, his large cock forced to fight for the same space with the judge in her ass. As his cock slid inside her, her insides cramped around them. Once again, she was being double-fucked; both holes filled with massive cocks that immediately began to saw in and out of her.

Miguel watched the two judges begin to work over Sandra. When they fucked too hard or too deep, she would cry out or whimper, but the rest of the time she took their deep thrusts without a word. Miguel loved watching the twin cocks sliding in and out her holes, gripping them with her tight muscles. Her body was buffeted back and forth, but the ropes held her tight, Sandra having no choice but to pleasure the men.

They went from fucking her in at the same time, to switching, one going in, the other pulling out. That was the hardest for Sandra, her body not knowing what to do, feeling good as one pulled out, but the other brutally forced its way back in. After a while it was just one big cock that was taking her, in and out it drilled her between her legs.

She could feel it growing bigger, more excited as the thrusts began to pick up speed. The only good thing was the judge in front of her was driving his cock up at an angle, the shaft and the thick veins began to find her swollen clit and tease it. She found herself pushing up on her body to make it rub harder, her ass stretched further behind her, but she got the pleasure she was seeking.

Miguel was happy to see the ending; the three of them came together as if they planned it. It was Sandra that came first, but she drew the two judges in when her muscles gripped them as she climaxed. They began to cum inside her, each powerful jet of hot cum taking her to the next plateau, gentle contractions of her muscles setting off a new torrent of cum inside her. You could smell the sex in the room and as the men finally pulled their satisfied cocks from her holes, their cum dripped to the floor. The men left Miguel and Sandra alone, Miguel taking her down from the bound position. "Take a shower and clean up."

It didn't bother her to take a shower in front of Miguel, almost feeling a strange sexiness in rubbing her body while he watched her.

What would it be like if I was forced to masturbate for him? Could I do it? Would it make me cum?



Chapter 4


Private Whipping


Miguel let her sleep for a couple of hours, her body exhausted by all that she had been through, but she knew it wasn't over yet. Miguel had told her that the judges were satisfied with her performance, but he never told her she was free to go. She knew there would be more, though she didn't expect this.

"The judges will be back in the morning, Sandra for your final punishment." He said it with such finality.

She couldn't contain the distressed look on her face. What else could they possibly do to her that they didn't already? They made her suck them and they fucked both of her holes. There was nothing else for them to get their pleasure from her body. "What do they want to do to me?" She almost hated asking the question, afraid of the answer.

"I fought hard and successfully for you, Sandra," Miguel boasted.

He was eyeing her naked body as she laid on the bed, his cock hard.

She would have to satisfy him tonight. "For drug smuggling, our President will get many years in jail, but our judges don't want to see a pretty, young girl like you rot in our prison, but they thought they should make a public display of you. They wanted a public whipping.

The people would love to see you stripped naked by a man and bound and spread, then a bullwhip taken to your body and slice it up for the people to see your torment."

"NNNO! NOOOO!" She couldn't even wait for him to finish. She would never survive the pain and humiliation.

"I know, Sandra. I reminded them what a lovely body they enjoyed and that it would be a sin to do such a thing to it with a bullwhip."

"Thank you, Miguel." She felt better already.

"But! You still need to be punished, but they will do it in private.

You will have to submit your body for punishment. I don't know exactly what they will do to you, but you can expect to be spanked and whipped, but they will not use anything as devastating as a bullwhip, maybe a riding crop or a cane. You will not be bound initially, but you will be expected to get into a position they require of you. If they want you on your belly, your legs spread and your hands pulling your cheeks back so they can use a riding crop on your anus, they will expect you to comply. You will hold your cheeks open until they have sufficiently chastised your anus with the crop. They will torment your anus and your pussy with their instruments of pain.

They will grow excited as they use you this way, so expect that they will cum on your face or in your mouth before they are finished."

She should have expected such a thing from the judges. Each time they had exceeded her perverse expectations of what they would do to her, why should this, the final time be any exception. At least it would finally end. She didn't say anything, only nodding her head in agreement, sealing her fate.

"I will get you something to eat, than you can sleep."

Sandra was surprised that he brought her such a good meal, steak and potatoes. There was even a piece of cake for desert. It was a little strange to eat naked with Miguel, but she was learning to live with her public nudity as if that is how it should be. They sipped coffee for about an hour after they finished dinner.

"I will secure you to the bed tonight so you may sleep comfortably.

You have a big day ahead of you tomorrow."

She let him arrange her nude body as he wanted. Her arms were drawn over her head and bound to the two corners with leather straps.

It was a little uncomfortable when he bent her body in half, securing her ankles to her wrists, one on each side. Her legs were spread wide, her pussy opened up, as well as her ass. She knew there was a reason for this, sure that Miguel would be back soon to take his pleasure from her bound body. He left her and turned out the lights, but Sandra had a hard time going to sleep. All she could think is what she would have to endure tomorrow, but more so, she thought about Miguel coming back to claim her tonight. She could feel her pussy growing wet at the thought of it.



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Miguel let her get some sleep, though he didn't. It was three o'clock in the morning when he went back downstairs. He opened the door, turning on a small light in the corner, but it illuminated her naked body, bent in two, her legs spread to reveal all that she had. He sat softly on the bed next to her, not wanting her to wake up until he was ready.

Sandra was having such an erotic dream, imagining that she was masturbating for Miguel, her fingers slowly riding up her slit, gathering up her juices. It was so shameful to do, a man watching her while she pleasured herself so intimately, but it was as though she had to do it. It felt like her hands and fingers were everywhere, Sandra unable to close her legs even if she wanted to, but she didn't know why. It was as though she were unable to control her limbs. She couldn't figure out why one of her fingers strayed between her cheeks and ran over her sore anus, but it did, finding the hole swollen and abused, yet her finger touched it until the muscles began to spasm.

She couldn't control her finger as it crept inside her ass, pushing aside the sore muscles until it was deeply encased in her rectum, her other hand between her legs and fingering her pussy, which had now grown wet.

Miguel fingered the girl front and back, her body rolling gently, her insides contracting around his fingers so gently. Her eyes were still closed, but they fluttered as if she was trying to wake up. Her pussy was growing wetter, her ass tighter on his finger. Two fingers pushed into her pussy, spreading her open, a groan from her lips, her eyes fluttering more. Miguel couldn't wait any longer, needing his pleasure. All it took was a second finger to join the first in her ass.

She moaned loudly as he rubbed the abuse flesh from the previous acts of sodomy.

Sandra's eyes opened up and she realized where she was as soon as she saw her legs high over her head, her back bent in two. Her hands were bound to the bed, but there were definitely fingers inside her, not that she was complaining. They felt good, though she could have done without the ones in her ass, so sore from the two cocks that fucked her back there. She felt her wetness, enjoying the gentle masturbation. She got even wetter when she realized that it was Miguel that was doing it to her and that she was bound. She didn't say a word, just enjoying the pleasure that built up in her body.

The room was silent except the sound of his fingers inside her. He released her legs from the top of the bed, Sandra pulling them down, but she made no attempt to close them, keeping them spread as though they were bound in that position and she couldn't move them. He straddled her upper body, his cock rubbing on her lips until they parted and took him inside. She worked over the head of his cock with her tongue, her lips clenched tightly around it.

Her mouth had the salty taste of his cum by time he pulled out of her mouth, Sandra beginning to enjoy when a man made her take him in her mouth. It was the excuse she needed to do all the nasty things he wanted her to do. His body slipped down between her legs, spread wide to accommodate him. It took only a second before he was in her, his cock rubbing her slit and then it entered her with a single thrust that left her breathless, but full of his cock. His hands ran all over her body as he began to fuck her, pinching and twisting her nipples, the hard peaks feeling so good in spite of the harshness. His hands slid down her sides, moving over her hips, Sandra forced to arch up from the bed and drive his cock deeper inside her when they sought out her buttocks. She should have tried to stop him, knowing where they were going, but she didn't, the fingers clenching on her buttocks and pulling them apart until she felt her abused anal ring stretching open. "AAAGGG!" It hurt when his finger plunged into her anus, shoving deep into the sore passage, driving her hips up to force his cock into her so hard that the head of his cock banged against her cervix painfully.

Her asshole clung to his finger as his cock reamed her out. She might whimper in pain, but her hips never stopped moving as he controlled her with a single finger in her ass. He made her dance on his cock, her muscles clenching onto his finger and cock.

It didn't take Sandra long to cum, her body jerking uncontrollably, but Miguel's cock never stopped fucking her, his finger continued to penetrate her ass. He fucked her for another five minutes before he came, by that time Sandra was ready again. No one had ever made her cum twice so quickly, not even her own fingers could do such a thing, yet she creamed all over the spewing cock that bathed her insides with his hot cum.



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It was late morning before the judges came to Sandra. She was bathed, naked and waiting for them, though she wasn't bound. She knew that was only temporary. They didn't waste any time, commanding Sandra as soon as the door closed. "Over here," his finger beckoning her to him as he sat in a hard wooden chair. He opened up his robe, exposing his erect cock.

Sandra didn't need to be told of his intentions.

He bent her over his lap until her hair fanned out on the floor in front of her. His hands steadied her, moving her forward, his cock dancing against her stomach as she slid. His hand slid over her naked back until he got to the full buttocks. He wasn't lucky enough to have her in the ass yesterday, so he explored her before he would spank her.

She felt like a little girl, bent over his lap, his cock coming alive on against her stomach, Sandra wishing it was a little lower so it would rub along her slit, but she expected that once he began to spank her, she would be forced to move and masturbate his cock with her body as he beat her ass. His hands were running over her buttocks, fingers digging into the flesh, yanking them apart. His fingers crept along the crack until they found her anus, Sandra finding men had a fascination with a girl's ass, this judge finger entering her without any preliminaries. His finger was dry and painful as he did, but as she squirmed she knew that he was enjoying her moving against his cock too much to think that she didn't like it. His finger pushed painfully into her rectum and deeper into her bowels as she squirmed on his lap.

He loved her tight asshole, wishing that he could enjoy it, but he had other plans for her. She was sliding along his cock so salaciously, but he pulled his finger from her ass. He raised his hand high over his head and let lose. The palm of his hand found one of her soft buttocks, smashing powerfully into the flesh. It took only a second after that loud splat did he get her response, her scream reverberating through the room.

"EEHHH!" It hurt worse than she expected. It wasn't a gentle love tap, or what a child would get for being bad. It was as though she was being publicly tortured or her scream was for the audience. Was this the beginning of something much severe than I expected? Many of the things, though painful, had set off an excitement in her body that was unexpected and unnatural. She only hoped that this would be the same thing, or else she'd have a hard day in front of her. The next blow came quickly, striking her other cheek. She didn't cry out, expecting it, but it did nothing to lessen the pain. It was a painful sting, burning at first, but it gradually faded until the next one struck.

He was alternating between each buttock, working up and down her cheeks, her muscles clenching each time, but it only made the next spanking hurt more. She forced her muscles to relax, but she couldn't stop them from clenching in pain after his hand struck her. It hurt more when he spanked close to her pussy, catching part of the soft, inner thigh. The pain was more intense, but she couldn't stop the feeling she had as the air blew past her pussy when the blow struck her. It was so close, Sandra fearful of him striking her pussy or was it more. Was it the thought of what it would feel like if he did strike her there?

Her white cheeks were turning a vivid pink as he slapped and spanked her ass cheeks. Her buttocks would clench tight, but then the muscles would relax before the next blow, her cheeks parted, her anus exposed. He continued to spank her, but his eyes were focused on her pussy and ass hole, spanking her so close, without actually touching her there. All of the judges had decided that they would concentrate on the twin holes once they got to the more severe punishment.

It went on for almost half an hour, Sandra's body sweaty, feeling the wetness beneath her stomach, but that wasn't sweat, that was the cum that leaked from his cock as she rubbed his cock, giving him pleasure while she suffered the rude spanking. Her ass was sore, red and burning, his fingers touching her setting off the pain with just the slightest touch. He finally let her get up, but she shrugged when the next judge sat down in the same chair, beckoning her to drape her naked body over his rigid cock until her ass was the most prominent part of her body. She suffered the fingering before the spanking started. This one had a larger hand, covering more of her skin with each spank. Her ass was already sore, but he cared little, excited to make her cry out and force her to rub his cock with her withering body.

It was almost two hours before the last judge had his way with her ass. She could barely stand the pain, but he cared little. The harder he slapped, the more she wiggled on his erection. Before he could finish spanking her, she felt it. Her stomach was bathed in hot cum. She had made him cum, his cock bursting beneath her, jerking and spewing his hot cum on her belly. He seemed to be ashamed that she had done this, spanking her harder and faster even as he came on her.

He finally let her get up, but Miguel made her kneel between his legs.

His hand on the back of her head forced her into his lap. She had no choice but to open her mouth and take the limp, wet cock inside. Her mouth was bathed in the cum, but she did the degrading act of washing his cock down until it was cleaned and glistening with her spit. When she spit it out, it was shiny and clean and already getting back some of its erection.

"Over here, Sandra." Miguel was pleased with her performance.

"You did a good job, Sandra. Keep up the good work and you'll be free soon," he whispered in her ear.

She felt a little better, almost worth all the pain in her ass, but she knew there was more, more severe punishment that she would have to endure. The judges smiled at her as though they were pleased. She had to get through this.

"Bend over the desk, Sandra. The judges want you to peel your cheeks back and reveal your anus." Miguel watched as she obeyed, her red cheeks testament to the long spanking she had endured, but between her cheeks the skin was white, all except for the crinkled brown hole, slightly swollen from abuse, but still tight. They all gathered around as her tiny hands reached and her fingers dug into her cheeks. She slowly pulled them open until her anus was fully exposed and vulnerable. "Wider," Miguel coaxed her until the tiny hole began to open up, the darkness beckoning the judges to probe the depths of her bowels.

"Hold it open, no matter what, Sandra." Miguel arranged her head so she was staring back at the judges so they could see her anguish.

He showed her the paddle that the judges had selected, a custom one he had helped them select. It was an inch wide so it could visit the narrow crease of her cheeks with intensity. One side was all leather, providing a nice sting to where it would strike, but the other side had bright, shiny metal flat studs on it. Though smooth, the raised studs would inflict more serious pain on her delicate anus the longer they beat her with it.

She couldn't believe that they were going to use that on her. The leather was bad enough, but the side with the studs looked as though it would tear her delicate anus to shreds. Sandra could only hope that Miguel would stop them before they did permanent damage to her.

Her fingers held her cheeks apart, straining her crack. The judge with the giant cock was first, his robe open so that it could jerk free of the restraint. She only hoped that he wouldn't take her there, especially after they beat it.

"OOOWW!" She jerked forward on the table when the paddle hit.

It felt like it was exploding on her anus. The leather might be smooth, but it was the sharp bite that sent the pain deep into her bowels. It was as though it was trying to enter her. She tried to contain the spasms in her hole, but the muscles clenched and unclenched. Her fingers trembled to keep her cheeks open for the next blow.

"Look at the way her ass hole dances erotically for you," Miguel commenting on the way her anus opened and then shut into a tight pucker. "Whip it again."

Sandra tried to brace for the next blow, hating Miguel for urging the judge to do her again, though she knew the judge needed no encouragement. The next blow was more accurate, hitting her directly on her anus with a loud splat that sent another painful cry from her lips. Her fingers almost released her cheeks, growing slippery with her sweat, but she yanked them wider until the abused hole was opened up. She could feel the way her anus began to swell up, burning inside, her buttocks fighting to close and protect the tiny hole while Sandra had to use all her power to keep it open and vulnerable.

The judge struck her a dozen times, one hand swinging the paddle, the other stroking his cock excitedly. Each time he loved the cry he drove from her lips, seeing the tears run down her face, biting her lip as the paddle struck her most intimate hole with such severity. The American girl would learn not to break the laws in Panama. There were consequences and she was now enduring them.

"Use the other side now on Sandra. Let her feel the power of the studs on her ass hole." Miguel went to her head, pushing the hair from her tear stained face. "Keep yourself open to him, Sandra."

She began to sob the minute the studded side hit her anus. It felt like the metal was tearing her anus. It hurt so bad; her shrill cry making one of the judges jump in unexpected surprise. The studs attacked her anal ring, feeling like it was trying to open her up and penetrate inside her, fearful that it would. The next blow came quicker, striking her with such precision in the same spot. She was sure she was bleeding, her anus feeling torn from the metal studs. She had to endure a dozen more, her breathing ragged, unable to fill her lungs between each blow. Her fingers grew tired of keeping her anus exposed, but she never let up, in spite of the pain she endured. When he stopped whipping her, he was not finished with her yet. He moved next to her face, his hand stroking his cock only inches from her face.

She knew what he was going to do, but didn't move away.

"Open your mouth, Sandra, so he can shoot into it." Miguel saw the look of disgust on her face, but she obeyed without question, her mouth opening, but even going farther. Her pink tongue pushed out of her lips, hanging in midair to catch any of his cum that didn't reach her lips.

His big cock was masturbated inches from her mouth, stroking it up and down, Sandra seeing the excitement in his eyes as he was ready to cum. She had already taken mouthfuls of cum from this one, his cock too big to get down her throat or too far into her mouth. It took him only a few more minutes before she saw the hole in the head of his cock open up. She watched as the white, thick cum flew the short distance to her waiting tongue and open mouth. It splattered with a loud thud, coating her tongue, but her lips and inner mouth received a thick glob of cum. She felt the hot cum burn her tongue and lips. She stayed in this position as he pumped gallons of cum onto her tongue and in her mouth. It was only when he was finished that she was allowed to swallow it. Sandra gulped and the thick cum slowly ran down into her belly. Her stomach gurgled, but she knew that the other three judges wouldn't be satisfied until she had swallowed their cum.

Once she got rid of the cum in her mouth, the judge was ready, sliding his semi-limp cock into her mouth, the taste of his cum filling it once again. She licked and bathed it clean, afraid of doing too good of a job and would make him hard again. She still had the other three judges to contend with before she would be freed.

Miguel watched as the judge wiped his cock on her wet lips as it pulled free of her mouth. Sandra was learning her place with men.

Miguel helped her to straighten up, her back creaking as she stood tall, bent too long over the table. He stroked her face gently. "Lay on the table, Sandra. On your back."

Miguel was gentle with her, but at the same time he was the one that inspired the judges to do such things to her. She didn't understand him, though she hoped that he was truly on her side, but when she lay down on the cold table on her back, she wondered if that was true. There was only one thing that would require this position.

It would be her pussy to be punished next. It was so beyond comprehension that a man would beat a woman in such a delicate place, but these men were different, Miguel included. They got their pleasure from beating her sexually. She lay down and waited for instructions, though she knew what they would be.

"Spread your legs open. Real wide."

She did as instructed, her legs parting until she could feel her pussy lips open up as if for inspection."

"Bring your legs up and hold them open with your hands. Roll your body in two."

She understood what he wanted. Her legs went high up, her hands grabbing them behind her knees, bowing them out until her crotch was exposed graphically. Her pussy lips were peeled back, her soft inner lips exposed not only for their eyes, but for whatever instrument of punishment they would use on her. She couldn't imagine how it would feel to be struck there, but she was certain that she would soon find out. She looked as Miguel as he brought it out for the judges to see.

"It's a four-strand flogger." The black and red flogger had tails about a foot long, the leather thick. "It is meant to cover a lot of territory with each strike. With Sandra volunteering to open herself up so nicely, it will dance from her ass hole all the way up her slit. If you are good at it, I am sure that you can coax her clit out of hiding so the flogger can visit it. You'll be surprised how much torment a woman's pussy can take, but you will find out." Miguel handed the flogger to the next judge. He flicked it through the air, hitting the chair with it for practice, a thick thud ringing out in the room.

It sounded so painful when it hit the chair, Sandra bracing for the first blow. Her body trembled in fear, but she kept her legs spread submissively, in spite of the impending pain she was about to received. She saw the judge unleash his cock from the robe, knowing he was getting ready to strike her. His hand raised the flogger over his head and Sandra watched it come down as if it were slow motion.

But there was nothing slow about it when it went between her legs and struck her pussy. It felt like it was hitting everywhere, not concentrated like the paddle, this one seemed to dance between her legs and attack her all at once. The strands bit into her flesh, one of them slid down between her crack and the tip of it barely missed her sore and abused anus. Two of the other three strands spread out, attacking her pussy lips, feeling as if they were already swelling up as the harsh leather bit into the tender flesh. It was the last strand that shocked her system with the pain. It slid between her pussy lips, pushing aside any resistance until it found the soft, pink skin of her inner pussy and attacked it like a swarm of bees. "OOOWWW!" She couldn't even breathe as she tried to absorb the pain between her legs, but nothing could stop the pain from racing to her brain.

The judge's cock jerked in pleasure when she screamed, eager to hear it again, he raised the flogger up and lashed down again. This time he moved a little to the back and put a little more power behind the blow. He was rewarded with a louder cry, her body jerking in pain.

The studded paddle was bad enough of her anus, but the leather strand bit into the inflamed hole with a single intensity. It felt like a knife was trying to breach her anus and enter her bowels. Then the other strands attacked her pussy, this time all three pushing between her lips and attacking her as if he was stabbing the flesh with sharp needles that bore deep into her flesh and igniting the pain nodules to make them scream out. "EEEEHHH!" The pain racked her body, her tear stained eyes pleaded with Miguel, but she knew it did no good, his hand stroking his naked cock just as the other judges were doing.

They were all deriving pleasure from her pain and suffering.

A dozen times the judge beat her pussy with the flogger.

Sometimes he would tease her, slapping her almost gently, but then he surprised her with the intensity of the next blow, the flogger shattering on her intimate flesh with such ferocity. It felt like her innards were rubbed raw by the harsh lather, but she kept her legs spread and her pussy open to the cruel punishment. The flogger moved up her slit, higher and higher, seeking out her clit. She tried to put it out of her mind, but each time the flogger strand touched close to it, all she could imagine was her clit growing and popping out, exposing her pleasure button to something more, a pain button for the cruel men to beat into submission. As hard as she tried, her clit began to grow as if seeking out the flogger. She shivered in fear for the moment they would see it exposed and take out their punishment on it.

The judge changed angles with each blow, moving from between her legs to near her head, the flogger beating down to find new untouched flesh with each blow, louder screams from her lips. His hand stroked his cock faster.

Miguel knew Sandra better then she knew herself. He waited, calculating when she was the most vulnerable. No matter how much she fought it, she had a deep seeded desire to be taken by strong man that demanded much from her body. It took a few more strikes with the flogger before it was exposed. Sandra had shifted her grip on her legs, rolling her body a little higher, the new position opening her up more. It was as though it was a tiny cock poking out. Her clit was swollen and red with blood. Miguel nudged the judge with the whip.

"Take careful aim." He pointed to her clit.

She saw the evil glint in Miguel's eyes and then his hushed words to the judge with the whip. She couldn't see very good because of her position, bent in two, but she sensed her exposure. In spite of all the pain that she was enduring, she was feeling something else. Her clit was swollen in lust. She didn't understand or even try to fathom why, all she knew was that her submission to these men were making aroused. She was ashamed of her own feelings, but there was no longer any way to hide it from them. They could see it in her. As much as they whipped her pussy, it was wet, not in pain, but in excitement. Now her clit was begging for the same harsh treatment.

She didn't know what would happen, but she knew that she would be shamed by her own desires. Then it hit her. The flogger came crashing down between her legs. She ignored the three strands that attacked her elsewhere, all her attention drawn to the one strand that sought out her clit. The judge was precise, the tip of the strand hit the end of her clit and smashed the blood filled organ into her pelvic as though it was hit by a hammer.

The pain, the pleasure, all of it exploded in that one second when the leather strand sought out her clit. "EEWWWHHH!" Sandra didn't know what to feel. The pain was intense, but so was the pleasure, her body unable to comprehend the difference. It was as though her clit was trained by the men to take the pain and turn it into pleasure. Her body was confused, but the judge was ready to solve her dilemma. He struck her again with the flogger, his aim exact on her clit. This time the organ was ready for it. The leather shoved it into her pelvic bone and Sandra's orgasm rushed through her body with such speed and intensity that she had a hard time holding onto reality. She screamed, but it was a cry of pleasure. She saw Miguel grab the flogger and turn it around, her pussy suddenly impaled on the thick handle, the spiraling leather rubbing her insides raw, but that only added to the explosive orgasm that raced through her untrained body. She rocked and clutched the handle of the flogger, the cruel instrument that enforced this orgasm on her body only inciting her lust. She didn't care as she came, the judges watching her perform like a trained animal. She felt the hot cum fly through the air and land on her face, the judge that had been whipping her thrown in a sexual frenzy by her unexpected orgasm. It landed on her lips, her tongue lapping it up as the orgasm continued to race through her body.

It took a minute before Sandra collapsed, her body rocked by her orgasm. The judge slipped his fingers into her mouth, opening it up for his slimy cock to follow, but Sandra performed the degrading task of cleaning his spent cock. He pulled out of her mouth, her tongue licking her lips as if eagerly seeking out the drying cum on her face.

Miguel let her lay there for long minutes to regain her composure.

She might have cum, but there were still two more judges that she would have to contend with. He knew there was a few more orgasms that he could coax from her body before he was finished with her.

Miguel helped Sandra up from the desk. "Over here,' guiding her over to the other table. This one was different, more of a frame then a table. It would leave her open front and back. "Face down, Sandra."

Miguel had to help her onto the strange table, just a series of metal rods running from side to side, Sandra fearing when she saw the ends were built to open and close, just where her legs would go. Face down she feared for her exposed ass. Miguel laid her carefully onto the frame, her body supported by the meta braces, but she found her breasts hanging down like cow udders, fearing that they might whip them or worse. Her legs were next, put on each side of the table, then Miguel moved between them until she felt them spread out, wider and wider until he was standing between them, open and exposed again.

This time it was the new judge that did the dirty work, Sandra finding leather cuffs wrapped around her wrists and ankles. When he was finished, she was bound face down on the table, her limbs spread obscenely. With her body spent by her orgasm she feared there would be no pleasure this time, only pain. Once he was finished binding her to the table, he freed his cock. She looked into his hands and she saw them. She had never used them, nor had her lovers, but there was no doubt that he was holding nipple clamps in his hand. The metal glistened in the light, but all she saw were the sharp teeth that ringed the inner clamp. They were built to bite deep and painfully into a nipple and hold it tight, no matter how much strain was put on them.

He disappeared from sight, but she felt him. His fingers plucked at her nipples, Sandra trying to fight it, but they grew thick and hard, his fingers experienced at arousing a girls nipples. Then she felt his hot, wet lips engulf one of her nipples, sucking it deep into his mouth, his teeth gripping it beneath the nipple on her areola as his tongue lashed at her nipple like a boxer with a punching bag. She felt her nipple stretch by his powerful suction, but she could do nothing to stop him.

He moved from one nipple to the other until they both hung heavily from beneath her, hard and swollen, exposed and vulnerable.

It didn't take long for the judge to begin to entrap her nipples in the clamps. He opened the first one wide, the sharp jaws like a sharp, taking her pink nipple and pushing it between the jaws. Once captured by the metal jaws, he began to release it, slowly and methodically the two unyielding metal jaws began to pinch on the rubbery flesh of her nipple. He watched in rapt silence as the sharp metal teeth bit into the soft flesh, the jaws so closing in on the trapped flesh until she cried out. Her body shook, but the straps held her still, only making her breast dance erotically, but it was too late. He released the clamp and it held tight.

"MMMGGG!" She cried out, never feeling anything like it before.

Her nipple was pinched, but not like a finger would do, this was an inanimate object that cared little except to crush her nipple between the two jaws and hold it painfully in its grip. It felt like hundreds of needles were puncturing her nipple, digging into it until it was trapped. Even when he released it, the pain was still racing through the sensitive nerve endings that ringed her nipple. In spite of the pain, her nipple stayed hard. She braced herself for the next one, but in spite of knowing what would happen, it still took her breath away when it pinched her nipple in its terrible embrace. She could feel the pounding blood in the tips, trapped by the powerful clamps. She thought it couldn't get any worse, but Miguel always seemed to surprise her.

Miguel saw the way her breasts were extended by the clamps, her nipples crushed and turned sideways by the weight of them. All of the judges were stroking their cocks, even the two that had already cum on her, seeing the way her nipples were abused, but knowing there was more. He picked up the two weights, each one a half pound with a spring attached to the end of it, the other having a small clasp that would attach to the nipple clamps. "I thought something to keep your nipples aroused, Sandra."

The weights looked so big and heavy, but it was the springs that distressed her the most. Unless she lay perfectly still, the springs would make the weight bounce on the clamps. She knew that they would not let her be still, more then enough whips to make her body move for them. She felt the judge beneath her tug on the clamp, igniting a new sharp pain to the depths of her breast, but as his fingers tugged on it, she knew that he was securing the weight. She was thankful that he didn't drop it to the ground, but carefully lowered it until she felt the clamp pulled towards the ground beneath her. The clamp pulled tighter, stretching her nipple, but she could only groan in pain as it pulled it towards the ground. It stopped, but Sandra feared that they would make the weight dance on the spring.

The judge was ready with the next one, the first one still, the spring drawn taut. He attached the other weight, this time not so careful, letting the weight drop until the spring caught it. It bounced up and down before it stopped, but not before it had done its nasty business with her trapped nipple.

"EEEWWOOOWW!" It felt like it was continually opening and closing on her nipple, the sharp teeth biting painfully into her flesh, the weight bouncing up and down on the spring until it finally came to rest, her nipple drawn out and stretched, It was as though a man's fingernails had dug into her nipple and cut it severely. She could hardly breathe, the expectations of the clamps dangling beneath her, the slightest movement setting off the chain reaction of pain in her body. What would they do to me now?

The judge stood up, smiling at his handiwork. They could all see her lovely breasts now pulled out of shape, her pink nipples clamped beneath the steel clamps, the weights pulling her breasts to the floor.

Her nipples were stretched out at least an inch, trapped for their pleasure. It was time for the judge to make her tits dance for them.

He took out the wooden paddle, no need for anything so severe, all he needed was to make her body jerk from the blow and this would serve its purpose.

She saw the paddle, but had little time to prepare herself for it. He struck her ass with it instantly. It wasn't so much the pain, a gentle sting on her sore flesh, but the wood paddle was formidable when it struck her. It shook her body and bound as she was, it still made her rock. That sent the weighs beneath her moving, the spring adding to the movement, moving down, then back up, each time it moved a shorter distance, but by time it was ready to stop, the paddle was back to induce her frantic movements again.

Miguel moved between her legs, his finger searching out her pussy, one finger beginning to slide up and down her slit, not surprised to find her wet and wanton. The judge was paddling her rhythmically, the weights never stopped moving, her nipples yanked and pulled constantly. "How do you like that, Sandra?"

She liked his finger on her pussy, the strong, demanding touch masturbating her in spite of already cumming. It was as though the minute she was bound for these men and they played with her body with immunity, she got wet and aroused. What was Miguel turning me into? Her ass was struck by the paddle a dozen times before she could speak, breathless from what it was doing to her. "It feels like the clamps are milking my breasts. They tug and pull, my nipples never left alone, as though they were attached to a milking machine." She was ashamed, but she knew that it wouldn't be long before Miguel made her cum, his fingers exploring her expertly, coaxing her clit, the tip of his fingernail racing over the sensitive end like a knife, but the pleasure raced through her body. Her nipples hurt, felt good, Sandra unable to decide, the sharp clamps feeling as though they were puncturing her flesh, but the constant tugging kept them aroused.

"Can you cum for me, Sandra?" Miguel pushed a finger inside her pussy, another in her asshole, but her clit was never deserted.

She didn't answer, he already knew. Not even the finger in her sore ass could dampen her arousal, not even the cock that was pushed into her mouth as the judge spanked her ass with the paddle could stop the pleasure that built in her body. They were taking her and Miguel was making her cum, there was no doubt about that. She began to suck the cock in her mouth, glad it wasn't that big and the judge was too interested in spanking her ass with the paddle and making her nipples dance to shove it down her throat.

The paddling picked up speed, the judge was in her mouth, feeling his orgasm coming soon. He wanted to make sure that she came first or with him, seeing Miguel fingering her glistening with her wetness.

It felt like she was sucking the cum from his balls. Then it happened, the judge no longer able to control it, the girl's mouth too good, his balls aching to empty their load in her willing mouth.

Sandra let her body go, feeling the cock in her mouth swelling up, her tongue racing over the head as it leaked his precum onto her tongue. Miguel's fingers in her were setting her off, letting her body go as her nipples were milked by the clamps and her pussy was fingered so expertly. She came when the judge exploded in her mouth, choking on the first load of hot cum that jetted to the back of her mouth, but she eagerly swallowed it as the next load filled her cheeks. It was as though her nipples and pussy were connected by the clamps, the clamp tugging on her nipple, her pussy and ass clamping down on the fingers inside her. She didn't know how she did it, but she came again, covering Miguel's fingers with her abundant juices.

The judge stayed in her mouth even as their orgasm went away, Sandra hating having an aging cock shriveled up and spent in her mouth, but she went about the degrading task of cleaning it of his slimy cum before she spit it out. She expected Miguel to take the clamps off of her nipples, the pleasure gone, only the pain remained.

"One more, Sandra, don't let me down now, it's almost over."

Miguel showed her the new clamps he had in his hands.

No wonder he didn't take the clamps off of her nipples, in his hands were more, at least a half dozen or so. There was only one place left for them; Sandra fearing the worst, the orgasm sapped her arousal once again. Could Miguel arouse me again so I can bear the new torment the judge would inflict on me? A new judge, his cock hard and needing satisfaction took the clamps from Miguel's hand. He was quickly out of sight, but she felt his fingers beneath her, touching her pussy lips as though inspecting them, but her body was tense, waiting for the first bite of the clamps on her most intimate flesh. She feared this the most.

The judge rubbed her oily pussy lips, pulling them back to expose all of her glistening flesh. He ran his tongue over her pussy, lapping up the abundant juices that had flowed freely from her when she came. He loved the taste of her nectar, his teeth beginning to bite her lips once he had licked her clean. He felt her body tighten when he bit, but she could do nothing but lay there spread for him as he had his way with her. His teeth dug into one lip and he pulled away without releasing it, watching as the puffy flesh stretched until he heard her groan. He finally released it, but his teeth returned, this time to bite both lips at once, grinding his teeth on the sensitive flesh.

She couldn't believe what he was doing to her. It was as though he was eating her, not in the same context of a man going down and orally pleasuring a woman. This was as though he was trying to literally eat her pussy, his teeth grinding hard, expecting him to bite off one of her lips any minute now. Her body was frozen in fear, turning to look at Miguel, her eyes pleading with him to save her.

Miguel's hand stroked her ass cheeks as he saw the look of despair on Sandra's face. He could only imagine what the judge was doing to her, but he was unwilling to defy the judge of his pleasure, not if he wanted to free Sandra. "You can take it, Sandra. Embrace the pain.

I'm going to make you cum for me again. I know you can do it." His hand slid down her crack and over her anus, but ignored her pussy for now. The judge laid claim to that part of her body.

It was hard to embrace the pain, but his teeth finally released her pussy from its grip. It felt like he had punctured her skin with his sharp teeth, but she had a new worry. Fingers pulled out one of her lips and then she felt it, the bite of sharp teeth on a clamp. The sharp pinch of the clamp was bad enough, but the sharp edges dug into her flesh. She knew the minute he would pull the clamp; it would ignite the pain, sure that he was going to do the same thing that they had done to her nipples. They would force her to make the clamps dance painfully on her body using the paddle or worse, a whip. It was becoming more painful, another clamp attached so close to the last one it almost felt like one big one pinching her flesh. It was so cruel, but the fingers pulled her lips and then another bite. Inch after inch of her pussy lip was covered with clamps, a least a half dozen of them before he stopped. His hand moved away and the heavy clamps tugged on her lip, stretching it towards the ground beneath her, the clamps banging noisily against each other until they stopped. Sandra was frozen in fear of the slightest movement make them start to hurt all over.

"They look so nice hanging from your pussy lip, Sandra. They are a bit heavy, pulling your lip out so nicely, but the judge isn't finished.

There is still another lip that needs some pretty jewelry." Miguel knew that once they were all attached, the judge would run his fingers over them and make them come alive on her body. Then Miguel would give him weight on springs so that her body would be continually aroused by the clamps.

Sandra felt the judge's fingers pluck her other pussy lips. He didn't hesitate, the clamps biting into the fresh skin of her pussy. She took deep breaths of air, trying to contain the pain in her body, counting as each clamp was attached until she got to six, hoping that would be it.

It felt like her pussy lips were wings, pulled out so far that it felt like they were dragging on the floor beneath her.

Men were such cruel animals, forcing their cocks into her body while they subject her to the most depraved torture of her sexual parts.

It was degrading, but nothing like when they made her cum as they performed these perverted acts on her body. She still couldn't fathom how her body could react, how willingly she took her pleasure from the obscene acts. It was as though Miguel had a strange hold on her body. No matter what he asked or took from her, she always found that he could arouse her. It wasn't that she was a virgin before this, she had other lovers, but they were kind and gentle. Miguel was hard and demanding, though he did protect her. If she hadn't land in Panama, she would have never experienced such acts by strange men, older men. She never would have even conceived doing such things that she had performed for these men.

Sandra was brought back to reality when Miguel handed the judge the weights, the springs hanging from them. She heard them fall to the floor beneath her, then the fingers returned, the slightest touch sending the clamps biting deeper into her lips like tiny knives piercing her flesh. The first weight was attached. "EEEHHH!" The judge dropped it, the tug painful, but the continually bouncing was driving her mad with pain. He moved quicker now, another weight dropped to the floor, a hand making it move up and down on the spring, tugging and pulling her lips. It felt like hours before all twelve were attached. It felt like a hundred men were beneath her, all of their fingers tugging and biting into her pussy with such brutality, all of them wanting to make her cry out in pain.

Her body was covered with sweat, her face contorted in pain, her lips clenched tight. The weights beneath her were banging into each other, a chorus of pain ringing out in the room. Yet Miguel was still getting started. He would make her cum one way or another. She wouldn't be able to resist him. He showed her the next clamp. "This one had no teeth on it, Sandra. The two metal sides slide and trap whatever is between them in a tight grip. It wouldn't pull off, but it is not meant to ruin whatever it captures. Do you know where this is going, Sandra?"

There is only one place that it could. Sandra was thankful for the no teeth on it, but still there was no denying that it would trap her clit in a painful embrace of steel. "MYyy, clittt," she sobbed. Already her pussy was on fire, but now her pleasure button would be abused.

"And I have a nice weight for it, Sandra. Once the judge attaches it, he will make you dance with a nice riding crop. I suspect you ass hole will take the brunt of the whipping, but it will be your mouth that will give him his pleasure. Do a good job, Sandra." He dangled the heavy weight in her face before he passed it to the judge. It took only seconds before Miguel heard the judge's success.

"OOOWWWW!" The pain was excruciating. Her clit felt like it was pinched by a pair of pliers, the blood pushed from the tip by sheer force. He didn't even wait and let her try to accommodate the pain of having her clit abused in such a manner before the weight was attached to it by the spring. The weight felt like it was ten pounds.

She saw the judge stand up, a pleased look on his face when he was her. His cock was jutting out from his body like a spear. He was enjoying this much more then she was. She shivered in fear when he picked up the riding crop, going to her head. He lifted her up by the chin until his cock sat on her lip. She eagerly opened her mouth and the thick cock jerked uncontrollably on her lip in pleasure. It was a slight thrust with his hips and the smooth head of his cock sank into her mouth. Her lips closed around it, trapping it in a vise as her tongue began the job of extracting his cum from his balls and filling her mouth and belly. His body blocked her view, but she felt it, the riding crop splitting her down the crack to explode on her anus. She cried out, but all that could be heard was a muffled sound as the cock urged further into her mouth and plugged her throat. The pain of the crop sent her body jerking, all of the clamps and weights coming alive, including the ones on her nipples and especially the one on her clit. It was as though she was being masturbated in a gang bang of horny men, all of their hands cruelly pinching and touching her bound, naked body.

Miguel was glad the judge was so horny from what he had done to Sandra's body that he didn't last very long in her mouth. That, and Miguel was sure that Sandra was eagerly sucking his cock in hopes of ending what she was forced to endure. The riding crop beat her anus, but it was the clamps that caused her body to jerk painfully for the judge.

Sandra welcomed the mouthful of cum, swallowing and gulping as her tongue coaxed out more into her waiting mouth. Her clit was swollen, Sandra not sure what she was feeling, pain or pleasure, knowing only that as soon as this judge came in her mouth, she would be free to go. She gulped, licked and swallowed until the cock lay limp in her mouth. The judge had quit whipping her anus, thankful for that, the weights finally beginning to stop swinging, though there was no denying that the clamps still bit painfully into her flesh. The judge pulled out of her mouth, Sandra left bound to the table, still clamped while the judges thanked Miguel. She watched as they walked out of the room, the door closing behind him. She would be freed, her body unbounded and unclamped.

"The judges are satisfied with your punishment. You are to be set free." He smiled down at her.

"Thank you," not knowing why she should be thanking him for what she was forced to endure, but she was still bound. "Will you take me off of this?" She knew the answer when she saw Miguel undressing. He wasn't finished with her yet. She did nothing as he stripped naked, Miguel stroking his cock in her face. He was big and hard, harder than the aging judges. She knew she would have to satisfy him.

"I told you, Sandra. You would have to cum for me one more time." Miguel climbed on Sandra, careful not to hurt her, but his heavy body covered hers. He put his hands between them until he pushed his cock up her crack. He heard her groan when the head of his cock touched her anus. It was well whipped and used, but it would still be tight, especially when the clamps bouncing on her body forced her muscles to tighten so deliciously on his cock.

It didn't take much before his cock entered her ass. It was slick with lubricant, her spread legs leaving her vulnerable to the attack. It was so hard as it pushed into her rectum, forcing her muscles to let it go deeper. Each time he humped her, her body shook the weights and clamps coming alive and jingling as if they were Christmas decorations. Her nipples and clamps began to get pumped and milked by the clamps, the cock entering deep into her bowels. The big cock was bad enough in her ass hole, but Miguel's cock felt like a bar of steel being shoved in her intestines. Her insides rebelled against the clamps; her muscles tightening up from the painful clamps, making the cock feel bigger and harder than anything else she ever had in her ass.

She was tight as a virgin, the clamps forcing her to grip his cock with such pleasure. He rode her ass for ten minutes, his hands sliding underneath to grab the weight hanging from her clit clamp. He began to tug it, milking it, whispering in her ear as he sodomized her.

"You're going to have to cum before I will finish off in your ass, Sandra. I know you can do it. Ride my cock in your ass to a beautiful orgasm."

She hated what he was doing to her, but she knew what she had to do. It was as though his cock in her ass hole was connected to the clamp on her clit. She concentrated all her attentions on the two, letting them consume her, especially the fat cock that filled her bowels. It rode in and out, stretching her, her insides rubbed raw by the thick head. Her clit felt like it was crushed, but she could still feel the blood pounding in the tip as though it would burst and smother her body in an explosive orgasm. "Harder, fuck my ass harder. Make me cum!"

He pounded in her, harder than he had ever done to a woman in her ass. He didn't know how she took it, but she did, her ass muscles clenching on his cock as though she couldn't get enough of it. He struggled not to cum in her, waiting for her.

It hit her suddenly. One minute she was being fucked in her backside while her pussy was being clamped and tortured, but all of the pain, all of the fullness of the thick cock met deep between her legs. She tugged on the strict bondage she was forced into and it set her off, her body exploding, Sandra unable to believe that she could cum again. Unable to believe that a cock in her ass and not in her pussy was setting her off. Just as she exploded, Miguel went off in her ass. It felt like a fire hose was filling her with hot cum. It jetted out, her muscles set off and clenched on the spewing cock, another jet forced by her clenching until there was only one continuous orgasm that racked their bodies.

Even when they both finished, Miguel's heavy body lay on hers.

He finally got off of her, taking the clamps off first, the shooting pain as each one released the pent up trapped blood raced through her body until they were all gone. Her arms and legs were next, Miguel helping her to get off the strange frame that had her spread open. She could barely stand, but when her knees began to give out, Miguel didn't hold her up. Instead he let her go to her knees. Sandra was confronted with Miguel's soiled cock. It had been up her ass when he came. He rubbed it on her lips, but she did nothing as he pressed it between her lips until it was sitting on her tongue.

"Lick it clean, Sandra. You know what a woman should do after a man cums."

She knew exactly what he wanted, but she didn't know why she did it, but she did. She sucked the half-erect cock into her mouth, her lips sealing it in, her tongue licking the soiled organ of drying cum and God knows what else. She grimaced as she did it, but when she spit it out, it was clean and shiny, Sandra swallowing loudly.

"Take a shower and clean up. I will get you some clean clothes from your suitcase." She walked off to the open shower stall, no qualms about taking a shower naked in front of him. She had come a long way in two days. He would miss enjoying her body, hoping he might find some other unwilling woman in these trying times to satisfy the judges and himself.



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Sandra saw Miguel getting dressed, covering up his cock to her for the last time. He was watching her shower, Sandra feeling something strange that she was allowing a man to see her like this. A lot had happened in the last two days, so many things that she never could have imagined. It was as though this was a different world from hers, a world of make believe and fantasy, a perverse sexual fantasy. She dried herself off. The clothes were near the shower, Miguel sitting at his desk on the other side. Miguel saw her come over to his desk, but she left her clothes over there. She was naked as she walked over, his cock growing harder as he eyed her lovely body. She stood in front of his desk like the first day, but now she was already naked. "You are free to go, but there will not be a plane for two days. I will make arrangements for you to have a nice hotel room where you will not be bothered, then you can get on the plane and go back to your life in the U.S." He rubbed his cock through his pants as he started at her pussy.

"I've been thinking about that, Captain Miguel." She called him Captain. "I know no one here, so there is not much for me to do for two days. I would rather stay here for the two days. If you don't mind." She saw the shocked look on his face, Sandra wondering if she had the same look, surprised at her own words.

"Why would you want to do that?" Miguel should have just shut his mouth and taken this gift horse, but he wanted to be sure.

"I wasn't a virgin when I came here, but I never expected to do the things you made me do, degrading and perverted things to and by men as old as my father. If I leave now, I will go back to my old life and never experience anything like this again. My sex life will become mundane and boring for the most part."

His eyes began to perk up. Maybe there would be more enjoyment from this lovely woman.

"I like the way you handled my body. I want to stay for two more days, hoping that you will force me to perform for you and your friends and abuse me in ways I can't even fathom. I am sure that you have many things that you would like to do to me, painful and perverted, pleasurable and degrading. Bound I would have no choice, just a plaything for you and your friends. Should I get dressed or would you rather string me up by my wrists while you decide how you can use my body for your pleasure?"

Sandra watched as her arms were pulled over her head and her body drawn taut by the inanimate machine. She was perched on her toes, naked and waiting, her pussy drenched in anticipation. Captain Miguel was still on the telephone, talking in Spanish. Sandra knew that soon the door would open and older men would join him. She could wait to feel their hands and cocks on her body. She shivered in fear when he put a blindfold across her eyes. What didn't he want me to see? What would I feel before I would see it?



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Sandra went home in two days, but not before she had a head full of experiences that she couldn't share. She knew they would fade from her memory over the years, so she set down to write them all. She finished it, but refused to share it with anyone. This was a part of her life that was private, a part that should have never happened under normal circumstances, but she was glad it did. She married and had two beautiful children, her married life happy, but her sex life was plain vanilla. She liked that. She got all of her recklessness out at once in a country where no one would remember her, though she hoped the

Captain Miguel had a soft spot in his heart for her, or at least a hard cock in his pants when he thought of her.
