les histoires de chrislebo

In a second the dog was standing over my back with his
forelegs clamping down on my side. I felt the spray
from his cock hitting my ass and running down my
thighs. He had begun his humping motion before his cock
was anywhere near me and as he inched up the head of
his cock began battering me. It was very painful. He
was stabbing blindly and I found that I wanted him to
put it in me just so that the pain would stop.

Finally I reached down and struggled with him as I
guided the tip of his cock to the entrance to my pussy.
As soon as he felt his cock penetrate me he lunged and
began pistoning in and out of me like nothing I could
have imagined. I had my eyes closed until he drove that
ten inch cock into me with more violence than anything
that I had ever experienced. Suddenly my eyes shot open
and there, right in my face, was a camera capturing my
horror and my *********** for the audience.

The tears were streaming down my face. They were tears
of *********** and tears of pain. I have no doubt that
they were just what the audience wanted to see.

Hector kept pounding into me like an out of control
machine and I felt that knot growing in the base of his
cock with each ****** stroke. As it grew I felt it
******* its way into my pussy, spreading me open
painfully with each violent stroke. It was getting
bigger with each thrust and each time it stretched me
open and penetrated me it hurt more. It was beginning
to feel like it was the size of a tennis ball when he
suddenly stopped thrusting and left the knot buried in
me. I felt his cock throbbing and I realized that he
was squirting his dog cum into me with every throb of
that huge cock.

He rested his head on my head and shoulder and his
tongue lolled out of his mouth right beside my face.
The camera was there to capture my horror and the
Amazon was there to enjoy it. At first I didn't feel
the cum that was filling my insides. But as the volume
grew I felt myself swelling. Not painfully, but I was
aware that a large volume of very warm liquid was
filling my insides.

That wasn't enough *********** for the Amazon though.
She squatted down beside me and said, "Don't you think
you should show your new lover how much you appreciate
him bitch? Poor Hector is doing all the work. Show him
how much you love him. Take that tongue into your mouth
and suck on it like you sucked on his cock earlier. You
don't want him to think you are a cold, frigid bitch do
you? Look where that got you with your husband! Go on
bitch. Suck that big tongue right down."

I groaned and hung my head for a second. Then I felt
that cattle prod moving over my left tit and my head
shot up. I opened my mouth and took Hector's drooling
tongue into my mouth like a long, limp dick. I sucked
on it gently as the cameras circled around me getting
my degradation from every angle.

As my pussy filled with dog cum and I sucked on that
gross tongue the Amazon whispered, "Just think how much
the guys at work are going to enjoy this movie when
it's finished bitch. They'll never look at you the same
way again. For the rest of your life one thing will
always be true. You suck dog cocks and you let a dog
fuck you. That is something you will have in the back
of your mind for the rest of your fucking life. Every
time you see a dog you will think about what you did
here today. And not just today. I hear that they are
going to bring you back often if this movie does as
well as they think it will. Maybe next time I'll bring
a pony for you. Do you like ponies bitch?"

I hadn't realized it at first, but Hector's cock had
finally stopped throbbing inside of me. He was resting
over me now and waiting for his knot to go down so that
he could pull free. After several minutes he started
trying to pull free. It hurt like hell but he didn't
care. He made several abortive attempts to pull free
and then he pulled out with one quick jerk. I screamed
in pain when that huge knot escaped from my widely
stretched pussy.

As soon as he pulled free the Amazon gripped his collar
and held him firmly in place and said, "Okay bitch, as
soon as you suck his cock clean you are finished."

I tried to focus on those last three words. It was
almost over! I turned to get into position and leaned
down under Hector. I took his still huge cock into my
mouth. It was still dripping dog cum but I didn't care.
I just wanted this horrible experience to be over. I
sucked and swallowed until Hector pulled away and the
Amazon led him to the door and handed his leash back to
the man on the other side.

She came back over to me and patted my head. She smiled
and said, "You are a good bitch. I must admit I am very
disappointed that I didn't get to use the cattle prod
on your ass. Most women aren't as easy as you. But
don't worry, there will be other chances. One of these
days you will get the chance to dance on the end of my
cattle prod."

She patted my head again, just as if I was a bitch dog.
Then she went out through the door that her dogs had
passed through. I collapsed into a ball and cried like
a baby. I was aware of the men moving around me and
capturing my desperate tears and that seemed to make
everything even worse. My anguish was just
entertainment for them!

They filmed me crying on the floor for a couple of
minutes before the director yelled, "Cut! We got it!
That was a definite keeper. The perverts are going to
love it. Somebody get the bitch cleaned up."

Two men came over to where I was lying in the *****
position, half out of my mind and more than ready to
give up the other half. I knew that I couldn't take
much more of this constant *****. But then, that was
the point wasn't it? They enjoyed a***ing me, but their
goal was to break me. They were succeeding.

The two large men lifted me to my feet and said, "Come
on bitch. A nice hot shower will make it all better."

Yeah right. I was fine. Just a little dirty. Stupid old
man! I'm losing my mind here!!

The two men half dragged me to a small bathroom in the
corner. One of the men pointed out a box of premeasured
douches and suggested that under the circumstances two
of them might be appropriate. I sat on the toilet and
they watched me as I inserted the first nozzle and
squirted it up inside of me. I released the liquid into
the toilet and repeated the process.

After I wiped myself they placed me in a shower stall
and stood and watched while I took a long, hot shower.
I hated to admit it but as I came clean I did start to
feel better. I had to keep blocking out what I had just
done, or had done to me. And I had to erase from my
mind what the Amazon had said about coming back here
and doing this again. But as the dog cum was washed
away I kept filling my mouth with clean water and
spitting it out until I couldn't taste it anymore. It
wasn't "all better", but I was feeling more human.

I just prayed that it was over. I was exhausted and I
needed to lie down and *****. I needed to not be raped
and ****** for a few hours. My mind was becoming very
brittle. I could feel it and it scared me.

I dried off and walking under my own power now I
followed the men back out to the studio. They led me
back to the set where I had just been raped by two
large dogs. I was so embarrassed by what had just been
done to me that I kept my eyes down. I was almost
certain that my ordeal was over now, at least for
today.

I nearly collapsed when I looked up and saw Kevin
standing in front of me with his shirt off. His large,
muscular body was gleaming and I realized that someone
had spread lotion or some kind of oil over him and I
also realized that my ordeal was not yet over.

Kevin smiled at the despair he saw on my face. I became
aware that they were already filming again. The set had
gotten quiet and the camera men were all at work. The
boom was suspended over our heads. I shook my head and
pleaded, "Please sir. I can't take anymore. I'll lose
my mind if I don't get some rest. I promise I'll do
anything you want for the rest of my life if you just
let me go home and get some *****."

In a very reasonable, calm and quiet voice he said,
"But that isn't how you break a cunt. It's for your own
good bitch. After today you will be a nice happy slut,
just like your little girl. I broke her and I'll break
you. After today your ass will be mine. But first you
have to be broken. You are a lot easier to break than
Lori. She took me nearly two weeks to break. You will
be broken by the time we leave here this afternoon.
Just four days! That may be a record. I don't think
that I've ever broken an uptight bitch like you in just
four days before."

My shoulders slumped and the tears started again. I
almost fell to the floor. But I struggled to stay on my
feet as Kevin asked, "Do you know what was missing from
your first beating cunt?"

I sobbed, "No sir."

He reached out and traced my face with his finger tips.
He captured some of my tears and pushed his finger into
my mouth. I automatically started sucking on it like a
small cock.

While I sucked on his finger he said, "What was missing
was your screams. I didn't want the neighbors calling
the police so we had to stuff your little girl's dirty
panties in your mouth to gag you. I hated not being
able to hear your screams. That won't be a problem here
though. In here you can scream as loud as you want. And
we will be able to relive the excitement over and over
because they are going to capture it all on film for
us. Well, for us and all the perverts out there that
get off on that as much as I do."

Kevin grabbed my arm and pulled me across the dungeon
set. For the first time I noticed that it had been
transformed. The walls were hung with implements of
******* of every description. Everywhere I looked there
was some kind of whip or some other implement that was
designed to cause pain. I didn't know what they were or
how they would be used on me but I knew that Kevin had
been right. I was going to leave here today a broken
woman.

Kevin led me to a chain hanging from the ceiling and I
stood perfectly still and allowed him to weave the
leather strap attached to the chain into my long blonde
hair. When he was satisfied with his work he wound a
strap around it so that it wouldn't come undone.

He stepped back and looked at me. It was obvious that
he was enjoying this. He had an erection already. He
looked me over and said, "Let's just make sure that's
secure."

He walked over to a switch on the wall and pushed a
button and the chain began to tighten. There was some
slack in it but that was quickly taken up and soon I
was being lifted up onto my toes. I screamed in pain
and lifted my arms up to grab the chain above my head
as my feet slowly came up off of the floor.

Kevin yelled at me to put my hands down and I tried.
God I tried. I released my hold on the chain and hung
by the hair on my head. I screamed over and over and I
kept lifting my arms to relieve the pain.

I felt movement and seconds later my toes touched the
ground again. Slowly I was eased down until I was able
to stand flat footed on the cold floor. I cried
hysterically and begged him to release me. I told him
that I was broken. I promised him that there was
nothing I wouldn't do for him.

He just chuckled and said, "Not yet bitch. If you were
broken you wouldn't be begging me. You would accept
this and take pleasure from pleasing me with your
suffering. No my sweet cunt, I'm afraid the fun and
games are just beginning."

He stepped away and when he returned he placed a wide,
thick leather collar around my throat. He pulled it
very tight and when he was finished I couldn't move my
neck. My head was immobilized.

I stared straight ahead at the cameras recording my
mental demise while Kevin attached leather straps to my
thighs just below my crotch. My arms were hanging limp
at my sides now and he quickly fastened the cuffs that
were attached to those thigh straps to my wrists.

He moved behind me then and wrapped a strap around my
elbows and pulled it taut. My breasts were suddenly
thrust forward and I was totally helpless. I was
expecting the whip now. But there would be much
suffering before he got around to the whip.

He moved back over to the switch on the wall and pushed
the button that raised the chain. I was slowly lifted
off of the floor again and now I was helpless to
relieve the pain in my scalp. I screamed and I screamed
and the cameras were right there to record my horror
and my suffering. I dangled and I twisted helplessly,
my feet six inches off of the floor.

Kevin watched me for a minute or two before he began
toying with me. He spun me around and watched me
spinning in one direction until the chain wound tight
and then spinning back.

I was unable to believe that I didn't lose
consciousness. The pain was beyond anything that I
could have imagined. I screamed and I begged for
someone to help me. I promised to do anything and
everything that anyone ever wanted. But mostly I
screamed in pain.

It seemed like forever before I felt the floor under my
feet again. I hadn't even realized that the chain was
being lowered until my toes touched the floor and
suddenly the pressure was relieved. Not completely
though. I was only just able to stand on my toes. Much
of my weight was still dangling from the chain.

I saw movement on the other side of me and the Amazon
appeared beside me holding a box. She was still wearing
that leather harness and through my tears I could see
the bright smile on her face and the intense look of
pleasure in her eyes. She looked like she could have an
orgasm just from watching me scream.

Kevin reached into the small box that she was carrying
and pulled out several huge needles. He held them up in
front of my face and asked, "Do you know what these are
for?"

I had no idea. They looked like acupuncture needles but
they were about six inches long. I sobbed my answer.
"No sir. I don't know what they are for. Please sir. I
beg of you. Anything! I'll do anything. I'll suck more
dogs. I'll suck off a pony. I'll eat my ********* cunt
in a bar. I'll suck and fuck anybody anywhere. Oh god.
I can't take it anymore!"

Kevin leaned closer and kissed my lips gently. He
smiled and said, "I know you will cunt. Don't worry.
When we are finished here you'll have all the cock you
want. But first we have to finish breaking you. These
needles..., these are specially made to skewer your
tits with. I have a hundred of them but I'll probably
only use half of them. I'm going to place them against
the tender flesh of your tits and slowly apply pressure
until they puncture your skin. Then I will slowly apply
more pressure until the sharp point comes out on the
other side of your tit. I understand that it is very
painful. Are you ready?"

I didn't answer. I watched in horror as he carefully
placed the first needle just behind the nipple on my
right breast and began to apply pressure using the
brightly colored plastic handle. I couldn't tilt my
head down because of the leather collar holding it in
place. But I could look down with my eyes and I watched
in abject terror as the point entered my breast.

As soon as the point broke the skin I finally passed
out. But of course it's no fun torturing and
*********** victim. I was instantly revived by the
Amazon with smelling salts.

As soon as he could see that I was awake and aware,
Kevin began ******* the needle through the flesh of my
breast until I saw the point pressing against the flesh
on the opposite side. I felt it moving through my
breast and I screamed over and over as he drove it
through me. When the point finally broke the skin on
the other side he moved it back and forth until he had
it centered. That was when I passed out again.

I was quickly revived. As my eyes opened again Kevin
said, "I don't think that I have ever been so turned on
in my fucking life. I don't know why, but for some
reason I am enjoying doing this to you even more than
when I did it to your little girl. I guess your mind is
a much better fuck than hers. I hope I don't shoot off
in my pants before I can bury my cock in your tight
little ass. That's how you will know we are finished
today cunt, when you have every inch of my cock buried
in your ass."

I groaned in pain. I didn't even care anymore. I
responded, "Yes! Please sir, Fuck my ass. I beg of you.
Please end this. Fuck my ass as hard as you want. Oh
god. I beg of you!

Kevin chuckled and said, "I like your attitude cunt.
But there is a lot to do before you get to enjoy my
cock stretching your ass. Shall we continue?"

My answer was a pitiful sob.

I closed my eyes as the second needle was placed behind
the nipple on my left breast. He started applying
pressure again but then he noticed that my eyes were
closed and he said, "Open your eyes cunt. You don't
want to miss any of the fun."

I wanted very much to miss "the fun" he was having. I
don't think I knew it on a conscious level yet. But I
was broken. I would obey any order now without even
thinking about it. I would hate what he made me do, but
I would do whatever he wanted me to do and I would do
it eagerly, just like my ******** did. At this moment I
would do anything to avoid this pain and this feeling
of total helplessness which seemed to amplify the pain.

But he was a long way from done. The pain was all that
I had to look forward to until he decided that he was
done torturing me. Here there was no chance of release.
No white night was going to come to my rescue. There
was no "safe word" that would obtain my release. There
was no promise that I could make that would bring this
torment to a close. No, his fun was just beginning.

I watched with just as much horror as the second needle
skewered my tit flesh. The pain was just as bad the
second time and the horror of seeing my flesh pierced
in this manner was at least as bad as the pain itself.
A woman's breasts are one of the most sensitive parts
of her body and we protect them aggressively. We invest
a lot of our self worth in those organs because they
are such a prominent sign of our femininity and because
society has come to place so much emphasis on them.
They all but represent our very womanhood. That someone
would mistreat them in his manner was all but
unimaginable.

I wasn't imagining it now though. I was ****** to watch
as Kevin slowly ****** one large needle after another
through my tits until it seemed that there was no room
for him to insert another. The bright plastic grips of
the needles covered my breasts almost like a brightly
colored bikini.

Kevin reached into the box and removed the last half
dozen needles and smiled. He said, "I guess you had
room for more than fifty after all. If we get these
last six into you somewhere you'll have taken all one
hundred. You must be pretty proud.

I would have thought that by now my body would have
shut down, would have reached the point that the pain
couldn't get any worse. The only parts of my breasts
that I could see now were my nipples. The rest of my
tit flesh was covered completely with those needles.

I had been surprised at how little ***** there was.
There were small rivulets of ***** trickling down my
belly now, but not the streams that I might have
expected.

Kevin studied my pin cushion breasts for a moment and
said, "Well cunt, it looks like the only place left to
stick these last ones is your nipples. Did you ever
wonder what it was like to have your nipples pierced?"

It was just another of his rhetorical questions. I'm
sure it was meant more for the people who would pay to
see the movie they were making than for me. I didn't
respond and he didn't expect a response from me.

He held the next needle up in front of my pain wracked
face and asked facetiously, "Does it matter which tit I
start with?"

He smiled and said, "I didn't think so."

He pressed the needle he was holding against the tip of
my nipple and began driving it straight into my nipple.
I could feel it as it came into contact with some of
the other needles embedded in my tit and was deflected.
He stopped with it protruding about four inches. He had
only placed two inches of it in my tit. I stared in
horror as it bounced up and down with the heaving of my
breasts. It was disgusting to watch.

He repeated the process, driving another needle
straight into the nipple on my other breast. He worked
two of the remaining needles into the top of my nipples
and the final two into the sides.

When he was finished he stepped back and admired his
handiwork. He sighed and said, "Damn! That was a lot of
work. I'm exhausted."

Yesterday I would undoubtedly have had some sarcastic
response to that. I would have probably kept it to
myself, but I would have thought it. Not now. Now I was
broken. Now I was just fuck meat.

Four days ago I didn't suck cocks and I didn't let men
fuck me or even touch me. Now I was fuck meat.

From this time forward any man could make me do
anything. Now I was fuck meat.

The cameras had come in for more close-ups. I stared at
them blankly as they panned in and captured all the
details of my skewered breasts and my ******** face.

I probably should have been begging to have the needles
removed at this point. Actually I dreaded it. As long
as they were not moving the pain was bearable. Once he
started pulling them out it was going to start all over
again.

He wasn't ready to remove them yet though. He had moved
out of my sight and I was just balancing on my toes and
staring ahead into space when suddenly there was an
explosion of pain on my ass. I heard the crack of
something smashing violently into my flesh and I
screamed in pain.

I jerked away from whatever it was that had struck me
and when I did my tits bounced and I screamed again.

Kevin moved around in front of me and held up the
vicious looking leather strap that he had just struck
me with. He held it to my lips and said, "Kiss it
bitch. Kiss it and thank me for making a proper cunt
out of you."

I touched my lips to the strap and kissed it lovingly.
Then I stared at the strap and said, "Thank you sir.
Thank you for breaking me. Thank you for making me into
a proper cunt."

He stared into my eyes and he saw it was true now. He
knew that I was broken. He had done it before. He knew
what it looked like. But he wasn't through. There was
still pleasure to be taken from my pain. There was
still a movie to be made.

He lowered his arm and brought it back and I was afraid
that he was going to whip my tits. I could just imagine
the damage that would do with all of those needles
skewering my flesh. I was relieved when the strap
struck me across my stomach just above my pussy.

I screamed and jumped again. Knowing that it was coming
wasn't much help. He struck me several more times from
just below my tits to just above my knees. Each time
there was a loud crack of leather striking flesh,
followed immediately by my scream of pain.

He moved back behind me and struck my back and my ass
and the back of my thighs a half dozen times. The last
blow elicited only a groan. I was nearly ***********
now. I was in too much pain to scream.

He put the strap down. He turned to the Amazon and
asked, "Would you mind removing those needles from her
tits. The bitch is wearing me out. I need a rest."

She smiled evilly. It was obvious that she had enjoyed
my torment as much as Kevin had. She was probably
disappointed that she hadn't gotten to take a more
active role in torturing me.

She stepped in front of me and began to slowly remove
the needles and put them back in the box. As she worked
she spoke to me quietly. She said, "I have enjoyed the
hell out of this, cunt. I thought that torturing your
little girl was probably the most exciting thing I had
ever done. But for some reason tormenting you like this
really turns me on. You are a fantastic mind fuck.
We'll have to bring you and your ******** in here after
you recover. That way we can compare. I have never
******** a ****** and ******** before. It's very
exciting. Oh, and I thought you should know, before
your master fucks your ass I am going to get to use my
cattle prod on you."

I think she was disappointed when I didn't react. At
least I didn't react visibly. My insides turned to ice.
I became so distracted by the prospect of dancing on
the end of this beastly woman's cattle prod that I
hardly felt her removing those horrible needles. I
stared straight ahead and tried not to watch the
needles coming out or the frustration on her face when
I remained stoic as she continued the ******* of my
breasts.

When the needles were all removed she poured most of a
bottle of ******* over my breasts. I screamed again as
the ******* seeped into the two hundred tiny pin holes
in my flesh. That pleased her.

She moved away from me and when she returned she was
holding her magic want in front of my face. She pressed
the button so that I could hear the electric hum again.
She had a mad look in her eyes as she contemplated the
pain that she was about to cause me. I sobbed in fear
but I didn't speak. I didn't beg or plead. It didn't
occur to me that I was depriving them of pleasure when
I didn't grovel for them. I had just accepted my fate.
I was, after all, just fuck meat.

She moved the prod over my gently, teasing me. The two
small electrodes on the tip looked like a snake's fangs
preparing to strike. As she moved the inactive prod
over my flesh she whispered, "Are you scared now cunt?"

In a flat voice I responded, "Yes mistress. I am
terrified."

Her smile spread and she leaned forward. Just like
Kevin had done earlier she touched her lips to mine and
kissed me gently. With our nipples touching and her
lips only an inch from mine she stared into my eyes and
said, "I can smell your fear. I can taste it on your
lips. I am going to cause you more pain than you can
imagine. That whipping, those needles, they are nothing
compared to the pain you are going to experience when I
touch my cattle prod to your tender flesh and push the
button. I can't wait to hear your screams then. You
will scream so hard that it will hurt your throat. You
are going to remember me for the rest of your miserable
life."

I looked her straight in the eyes and in a trembling
voice I asked, "Why?"

She exhaled in my face and exclaimed eagerly, "Because
I am so turned on right now that I wish more than
anything else that I had a twelve inch cock so that I
could **** you to fucking death!"

She kissed me again and whispered, "But I don't have a
cock. So I am going to fuck you with my prod. Are you
ready to dance darling?"

She moved back only a few inches. Her body was still
nearly touching mine. She touched the twin tips of the
prod to the side of my breast and with no warning that
it was coming I suddenly felt 9,000 volts of
electricity shoot through my body. The Amazon was
wrong. I couldn't even scream!

She released the button instantly and I collapsed,
hanging helplessly by my hair from the chain that held
me in place. I felt the pain all over my body. The pain
in my breast overwhelmed the pain in my scalp as I
dangled by my hair.

There was spittle dripping from my mouth and my body
shivered uncontrollably. She slapped my face and
screamed, "Get up you fucking cunt!"

Then, in a quieter voice she said, "Come on baby, on
your feet. We're just getting started."

I struggled to my toes once more and relieved the pain
in my scalp. She reached out and gently wiped the
spittle from my lips and then she leaned forward and
kissed me again. She moved her head back only slightly
and sniffed at me like one of her dogs.

She backed away a little more but our nipples were
still touching when she smiled and said, "It's stronger
now. It won't be long before you piss yourself. Are you
as excited as I am cunt? Christ! If you would just
touch your tongue to my clit at this moment I would
have one of the most incredible orgasms of my life. But
you can't do that of course. So let's have a little
more foreplay, okay?"

She stepped back slightly and began to move her prod
lightly over my body again. At first she watched the
prod moving over my flesh. But then she stared into my
eyes as the prod slid over my breasts again and with no
warning she pressed the button again, right over my
nipple.

The next thing I knew she was slapping my face and I
was once more hanging limply by my hair from the
ceiling.

She saw my eyes flutter and in a cold but quiet voice
she said, "On your feet cunt. Please don't pass out
again. You don't get the full effect when you are
***********. That really annoys me."

I struggled to get back on my toes. I didn't feel
totally in control of my muscles. My legs were rubbery
and weak. She moved close again and gently wiped the
drool from my lips once more. She leaned forward then
and licked the tears from my cheeks before she gently
kissed my lips again. She let the kiss linger this time
and when she broke the kiss she whispered, "Can you
smell it? That's your piss. You pissed yourself cunt.
Your legs are all pissy now. I am so embarrassed for
you. I would imagine that right now you would ***** a
gallon of dog cum if I would just put down this prod,
wouldn't you?"

I stared at her blankly. I heard the words and I seemed
to understand the meaning but I was in shock. That
didn't bother her though. She stepped back once more
and this time she leaned down and slowly inserted the
end of her cattle prod into my cunt. She worked it
inside of me very slowly, very gently. When she was
satisfied she straightened up slightly and looked into
my eyes. The look of anticipation, the look of lust on
her face was horrific.

I didn't even feel it when she pressed the button and
sent all of that electricity into my cunt. I simply
went from conscious to *********** without even
realizing that I was being all but electrocuted.

When I regained consciousness I was lying on the floor
in a puddle of my own piss. I opened my eyes and saw
that monstrous woman squatting over me. As soon as my
eyes opened she started pissing right in my face.

I didn't move a muscle until she ordered me to roll
over onto my back and open my mouth. I didn't even have
to think about. I wasn't totally in control of my
muscles yet but I rolled over and opened my mouth
instantly. My Amazonian *******r from hell adjusted her
aim and unleashed another torrent of hot piss right in
my face. She adjusted her aim and I soon felt the
thick, acidic stream of urine landing in my wide open
mouth. There was a spray that landed on my face but
most of it entered my mouth.

The taste was sickening but it never even occurred to
me to try to escape her aim. As the stream began to
taper off she started ordering me to swallow. I
struggled to obey but I had a hard time keeping it
down. My stomach rebelled but when she saw me on the
verge of spitting it back up she screamed at me, "If
you don't keep that down you'll clean this mess up with
your tongue and you'll keep cleaning it up until you
keep down every drop of it!"

I finally got my stomach under control as she stepped
away from me. She stared down at me for a moment and
said, "Your ******** did a much better job. I think she
swallowed half of it. You probably just need more
practice."

She turned and walked away at last and it wasn't until
she was gone from the room that I realized that I was
no longer bound. The cuffs and straps and the collar
had all been removed.

I could hardly move my arms but I concentrated and I
strained and I was finally able to reach up and massage
my *******d scalp. Every move I made was *******. My
entire body was wracked with pain. The only exception
was my pussy which was numb.

I wanted to sit up and get out of the large puddle of
piss that I was lying in but I didn't move until Kevin
came over and smiled down at my pain wracked body. He
said, "Jesus! For such a prissy bitch you sure stink a
lot. Get up bitch."

I tried to sit up but I couldn't. I ended up struggling
to roll over and then getting up slowly onto my hands
and knees. I was panting with the exertion and had to
pause before I had the strength to attempt to get my
feet under me.

Kevin watched me and enjoyed my struggles. He sounded
impatient when he asked, "What's the matter cunt? Do
you like lying there in a puddle of piss?" But I saw
his face and it was obvious that he was amused.

I answered in a respectful voice, "No sir. I'm sorry
sir. My muscles are...I'm having a hard time getting
up."

He laughed and responded, "If I got one of those cattle
prods you'd get your ass up. Christ! My grandma is
faster than you!"

I finally managed to stand. I wasn't very steady on my
feet but I was up. He ordered me to walk around him a
couple of times and as I moved in a circle around him I
felt the strength slowly returning to my limbs.

He laughed at me and said, "****! Lori got right up
with no problems. Maybe we took it too easy on her.
What do you think bitch?"

I answered, "I don't know sir. Maybe it's just because
I'm so much older."

He replied, "You aren't that old, bitch. You're no
spring chicken but I'd still classify you as prime
pussy."

When I was moving around well enough to satisfy him he
threw me a damp down and said, "Wipe your ass and your
legs clean with that, bitch."

I caught the towel and wiped down my hips and my ass. I
ran it down over my legs and removed as much of the
dried and drying piss as I could. The piss on my legs
had mostly come from me when I pissed myself. It was
mostly dry now. The Amazon's piss had been concentrated
on my face and hair. That was still damp and fresh.

When Kevin was satisfied he dropped his pants and
ordered me to suck his cock until it was hard. I
dropped to my knees in front of him instantly and took
his cock into my mouth. It was encrusted with dried
crud. He must have spent most of the last couple hours
while I was being ******** with a hard on. His cock
probably had been leaking lube most of that time. Now
it covered his soft cock in a thin crust.

I sucked him clean and then I sucked on his quickly
growing cock like I had never sucked a cock before. I
was fuck meat now. This was what I was good for.

When his cock was hard he held out his hand and someone
tossed him something from off camera. He caught it and
handed it to me. It was a tube of lubricant. He ordered
me to grease his cock.

I obeyed instantly. I remembered what he had said would
be the final event of the day. He was going to fuck my
virgin ass with his big cock. I greased his cock up. I
put as much on it as I could get to stick. Then he
said, "Up bitch."

I struggled to my feet again and he ordered me to turn
around and bend over. The close-up cameras returned and
Kevin said, "Okay bitch. Spread your ass cheeks and
back up. I want you to back up until my cock is buried
as far as it will go in your tight ass."

That turned out to be just as hard as it sounded. I
backed up until I felt his cock resting on my ass. His
legs were a lot longer than mine and even standing on
my toes I couldn't line us up. I reached between my
legs and nearly fell over as I bent down and pulled his
cock down to my opening. I held it in place and
struggled to back up. I was pushing with all of my
might and I was getting frantic because I just couldn't
get it to go in.

I heard laughter from the large group of men and the
two women who were watching from behind the cameras and
then Kevin laughed and said, "I guess you still need a
lot of training, bitch. Well, don't worry. I have
plenty of time to devote to your bitch training.

I felt his hands grip my hips and suddenly he thrust
his pelvis and pulled back on me and half of his cock
surged into my ass.

I screamed in pain. It was nearly as bad as the cattle
prod! There was more laughter as I cried out again and
again while Kevin ****** his cock deeper into my
bowels. The pain was incredible. His cock was so huge.
But it never occurred to me to resist. I was, after
all, just so much fuck meat.

I remained bent over in front of him with my hands
resting on my knees for support now as he began to ****
my ass as ******** as possible. I was crying loudly and
I cried out in pain frequently as he made one vicious
lunge after another into my ****** body.

In only a few minutes he said, "**** bitch. I was
hoping to spend half an hour in here. Your fucking
screaming turns me on so much I can't last. Fuck!"

With that last exclamation he held my ass pressed tight
against his body and I felt his large cock throbbing as
he shot his cum deep in my ass.

He kept his cock buried in me for several minutes and
when it was almost soft he let the muscles in my ass
push it out. I dropped to my knees instantly and took
his semi-soft cock into my mouth and throat and sucked
him clean eagerly. I paid no attention to the bitter,
sickening taste that filled my mouth as I sucked his
nasty cock clean. After all, I'm just fuck meat now.

I started crying again when I found out that it wasn't
really over. For the next two hours or so I was made
available to every man in the building. They each took
a turn ****** my ass. After the fourth or fifth it
didn't hurt so much anymore. They had brought in a
table for me to lean on and I lay there crying quietly
and feeling sorry for myself. Sometimes I thought about
Lori and what it must have been like for her. But
mostly I felt sorry for myself. I could worry more
about Lori when the pain subsided.

When nobody wanted to **** me anymore I was allowed to
take another shower. I stood under the hot water and
thought about the last two days. Not the morning and
afternoon fucking with the four men at work so much. I
thought about how I had been gang ****d all night long,
****d into ***************. And then I had been brought
directly here and ******** and ****d for most of the
day. I had seen one of the men's wrist watches while I
was sucking his slimy cock clean and I was not at all
surprised to see that it was mid-afternoon now. I had
been here for almost eight hours.

I washed my hair several times and rinsed my mouth out
with water until the nasty taste was mostly gone. I
shut the water off and dried off quickly. Then I went
out to the studio, praying with every step that I could
go home and get some ***** now. Even fuck meat needs to
*****.

My clothes were in tatters and as expected I was taken
out to the car in the nude. As soon as he got in Kevin
pulled his cock out and said, "Get down here and suck
on this while I drive us home bitch. I'll make you a
little deal. If you get me off before we get to the
house I won't beat you tonight for cheating on me with
all of those men."

That was too easy. We were half way across town and it
was the beginning of rush hour. We weren't even half
way home when he came in my mouth. I held his cock in
my mouth for the rest of the trip. More than a few
lucky truckers got a good look at me in that stop and
go traffic and there was a lot of horn honking at my
expense. I didn't care if they saw me now though. I
mean, after all, I'm just fuck meat.

Kevin usually pulled into the garage now that he was
living in our house. It amused him today to park in the
driveway. He must have seen that several of my
neighbors were outside. We got out of the car and
walked casually into the house.

I opened the door for my master and held it for him and
just as he stepped inside I saw a blur of motion. I
screamed as Kevin dropped like a ton of bricks. I was
terrified because I didn't know what had happened and
because I knew that if Kevin was pissed off he would
take it out on me and Lori.

Then my husband stepped into view holding a baseball
bat in his hands. He swung it over and over, beating
Kevin nearly to death. I thought for sure that he was
going to **** him and I was surprised to find that I
had mixed emotions about that. I hated and feared
Kevin. But he was my master. I was his fuck meat.

Kevin had been beaten ***********. My husband finally
stopped beating him and stood up straight. He looked at
me and I saw the worried look on his face. He leaned
the bat against the wall and stepped over Kevin and
took me into his arms.

I tried to back away but he held me tight and asked
quietly, "Are you alright Karen?"

I almost didn't know who Karen was!

I tried to push Tom away but he wouldn't budge. I
whispered to him, "Please Tom. You don't want me
anymore. I'm fuck meat now."

He gasped in shock at what I had said but he wouldn't
let me go. I was crying hard now. I tried to explain.
"Tom, you don't understand. I'm ruined. I've done
things...I've had things done to me, I'm sorry Tom. I
can't even say them out loud."

He hugged me so hard it almost drove the breath out of
me. He kissed my forehead and said, "I know. I know all
about it. I came over to check on Lori and I got the
whole story out of her. She told me everything. I don't
care Karen. Nothing that happened is your fault.
Nothing that happened was her fault. You were both
raped and ******** and the fault lies with the people
that did this to you. But it's over now. We'll get help
for you and Lori and we'll talk and we will work this
out."

Tom took me upstairs and put me in bed. He gave me some
water and some aspirin and I don't even remember my
head hitting the pillow. I slept for almost twenty-four
hours.

When I awoke it was around noon the next day. Tom was
sitting by the window staring at me. When he saw my
eyes open he stood up and came over and sat on the edge
of the bed. He took my hand and said, "I was getting
worried. I was just about to call for an ambulance to
take you to the hospital."

I started crying again. He seemed so genuinely
concerned. How could he even stand to look at me after
what he knew about me now? Lori had been subjected to
every horrible torment that I had and she had revealed
them all to her ******. He knew about ever nasty thing
that I had done in the last four days. Hell, I couldn't
even stand to be near me!

Tom stretched out beside me and held me in his arms. It
felt good to be in his strong, gentle arms again. I
could have kicked myself for being the bitch that I was
and for kicking him out. But I still could not
understand how he could even stand to touch me after
what he knew.

I finally got my crying under control and looked at
Tom. I saw the love in his eyes and I just shook my
head. I whispered, "I don't understand. How can you
want me now? How can you even stand to look at me?"

He held me tighter and said, "To be honest, I don't
really understand that myself. I was furious with you
when you kicked me out. If asked I probably would have
said that I hated you. But I had a lot of time to think
about us when I was alone. I missed you and Lori so
much. I wasn't the perfect husband and you weren't the
perfect wife. If you will consider taking me back I
would like to work on that. The truth is, Karen, I
still love you. I never stopped loving you. I hate what
happened to you but it wasn't your fault and I don't
hold you responsible for it. If you will work with me
on this I want to get past this."

I sat up and stared at him. He was wrong about not
being the perfect husband. I hadn't realized it at the
time but now, looking back, I could see that he had
been nearly perfect. I was just too much of a bitch to
realize it. Could I make it up to him now? Would he be
able to enjoy the changes in me without holding them
against me?

I said, "Okay Tom. Let's talk. Let me go to the
bathroom before I explode and we'll talk. There is a
lot to say. But first, how is Lori?"

He smiled and said, "Lori is doing fine. She went
through everything you did and more. Her torment lasted
for months. But she is strong and resilient and she is
doing very well. She will never again be the sweet
innocent fifteen year old ******** that we had. But I
think she is strong enough that she will come out of
this alright."

I tentatively leaned forward to kiss Tom. I watched
carefully for any sign that I disgusted him or that he
wasn't ready to have someone like me touch him but it
wasn't there. He actually looked relieved and we
exchanged a sweet and loving kiss. Then I rushed to the
bathroom.

I used the toilet and washed my face and brushed my
teeth and by the time I got back into the bedroom he
had two cups of coffee sitting on the table by the
window and a large fruit cup for me.

I could not remember eating in the last four days. I
hadn't weighed myself but I would not be surprised to
learn that I had lost fifteen pounds. And I had not
been overweight when my nightmare started.

I sipped my coffee and wolfed down the fruit while he
sat and watched me eat. When I had emptied the cup he
asked, "Do you want more?"

I shook my head and said, "Later, thanks."

I sipped my coffee and organized my thoughts and
finally I said, "Tom, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I was such a
bitch. I'm sorry I was such a piss poor wife. Maybe you
were not the perfect husband, but you were awfully
damned close. Everything that happened really is my
fault. Everything that happened between us, everything
that happened to Lori, and everything that happened to
me is entirely my fault. If I had not been such a cold,
frigid bitch we would have had a happy marriage and you
would have been here to protect us."

Tom started to interrupt me but I put my finger on his
lips and said, "No Tom, please, let me finish."

I sat back and said, "As horrible as the last four days
have been I have learned a lot about myself. I saw what
people really thought of me and I came to realize that
I really was a cold bitch. I want to make it up to you
but I am afraid that now that I have changed, and I
have changed, you won't be able to get past what has
just happened to me. You won't be able to make love to
me or accept me making love to you without resenting
me. You won't be able to look at me without thinking of
the things that Lori told you."

"Tom, I have been fucked by rooms full of men. I have
sucked a dog's cock and I have been fucked by a dog. I
have been pissed on and men have lined up to fuck my
ass. How can you get over that?"

I was astonished when he chuckled. I looked at him in
shock and he said, "Jesus Karen! That's the first time
I ever heard you say fuck! Maybe you have changed!"

We looked at each other and suddenly we were both
laughing almost uncontrollably. When we were once more
under control I wiped the tears of laughter from my
eyes and sat back. I said, "Tom, I learned a lot more
than how to say fuck and cock. I learned that my cunt
is not made of gold. I learned to have orgasms. I
learned how to suck a cock and I'm pretty damn good at
it now. But would you want a slut like me for a wife?"

He was dead serious when he responded, "It sounds like
a dream come true to me. I have to be honest Karen.
There is hardly a moment that went by since we got
married that I didn't wish that there was a lot more
slut in you."

I leaned forward and held his hand in mine and said
quietly, "I'm so sorry Tom."

He patted my hand and said, "I know Karen. We both
could have been better at this. I know what you are
thinking. You are wondering how I can love you after
what has happened. I guess that's just another
imperfection in me. Because to be perfectly honest,
some of what I heard from Lori turned me on. Not the
*******. Not the pain. But I don't hold any of what
happened against you and I don't look down on you for
what you went through. And to be ******** honest, if it
has turned you into a sexual being then I am glad it
happened. Does that make you want to throw me out
again?"

I suddenly realized that I didn't know Tom quite as
well as I thought that I did. Could he be serious? I
knew one way to find out.

I dropped to my knees and moved between his legs. I
began to unfasten his belt and as I struggled with his
belt he overcame his surprise and tried to still my
hands. He smiled at me and said, "I have no objection
to what you are doing. But maybe we should finished
talking first. I want you, but I don't want to take
advantage of the horrible things that have been done to
you and make things worse. I don't want you resenting
me when you are finished."

I smiled up at him and pulled my hands free. I said,
"You talk. You know I don't like people that talk with
their mouths full."

I managed to get his cock out of his pants. I felt just
the slightest twinge of regret when I was reminded that
his cock was almost half the size of Kevin's. But even
so it was a pretty cock. It was well formed and smooth
and I only now began to appreciate the beauty of it.

I leaned down and kissed it and then licked it
lovingly. Then I wet my lips and tightened them around
the head of his cock and slowly slid them all the way
down to the base. He gasped and cried out in pleasure.
I didn't remember the last time that we had made love.
Or should I say we had had sex? I had never sucked his
cock and as far as I knew he had never cheated on me.
This might very well be his first blowjob ever!

As I began to suck eagerly on his cock he gripped the
arms of his chair and gasped, "Oh my god Karen! I
never...I...oh ****!"

His cock may not be as large as Kevin's but I almost
****** on his huge load of cum. I had to swallow
several times before I managed to get it all down. Then
I licked his cock clean and held it in my mouth while
it went soft.

I was afraid to look up and see the disdain I expected
to see on his face but when I finally got up the nerve
and looked at his face I saw only love and gratitude. I
couldn't stand that and I started crying like a baby
again.

He reached down and pulled me into his lap. He held me
tight and there was a slight struggle when he tried to
kiss me on the mouth. But he won and I put my arms
around his neck and held him so tight that I was afraid
I would hurt him.

His hand reached up and cupped my breast and for the
first time since I got out of bed I became aware of my
nudity. I had spent so much time naked lately that it
had come to feel natural.

I saw that he was watching to see what my reaction
would be to his hand on my breast. I had always
discouraged him in the past. At the time I didn't want
to be touched by him or any man. Now I put my hand over
his and smiled as I moved it over my breasts. They were
still tender from the ***** I had been subjected to
yesterday but I wanted Tom to know that I wanted to be
touched now. I had a lot to make up for and I was
looking forward to it.

I kissed him again and told him how much I loved him. I
thought for just a moment that he was going to cry and
it occurred to me that I had not told him I loved him
in years. The last time had probably been not long
after Lori was born!

I realized now just how much I loved him and I saw in
his eyes how much he loved me. Right then I knew that
we were going to make it. We had a lot to talk about
still. But we were going to make it.

We sat there in silence and held each other for a long
time until there was a quiet knock at the door and it
opened slowly. Lori was standing there in her bikini.
She saw us and smiled and said, "I'm sorry. I thought
you were asleep. It was so quiet in here. I was going
to see if anyone wanted to go jump in the pool."

I smiled at her and said, "Lori! Come here honey."

I didn't even think about the fact that I was naked and
her ******* cock was exposed between my legs. Tom was
uncomfortable but Lori didn't seem to pay it any mind.
Knowing what she had been through, or at least some of
what she had been through, I realized that nudity and
sexuality were no big deal to her now and never would
be. She and I were different now and we always would
be. Hell, we had eaten each other's pussies!

I took her hand when she came close and said,
"Sweetheart, I am so sorry. What happened to you, that
was all my fault. I promise you I'm going to make it up
to you. Someday I hope you'll be able to forgive me.
I'm going to be the best ****** that I can be from now
on. I swear it."

She leaned over and kissed me and said, "Don't be silly
mom. Fuck, I was afraid you were going to be mad at me.
I submitted to that asshole first and I'm the one that
set you up. He made me do it but I didn't fight him."

I pulled her close and hugged her and said, "Lori, I
only went through four days of his ****. You were put
through the wringer for three months. And if I hadn't
thrown your dad out because I was such a fucking bitch
then I doubt if any of this would have happened. No
baby, it's my fault."

Tom laughed and interjected, "First of all, you two
need to start watching your fucking language. Secondly,
I would feel more comfortable if we continued this pity
party once I had my pants back on. I am not used to
flashing my teenage ********."

Lori laughed and said, "Oh dad, get over it. It's just
a cock for Christ's sake. I've seen a boatload of them
in the last three months. One more isn't going to
scandalize me."

He looked at her for a moment and then he said, "You
know, I hate to admit it but your attitude sounds a lot
healthier than mine. Hell, half the people in the world
have cocks. What's the big deal?"

Lori leaned over and kissed Tom and said, "Way to go
pop! Now, since you guys are awake, why don't we all go
downstairs and go skinny dipping?"

Tom and I looked at each other and almost in unison we
said, "What the fuck!"

We got up and I helped him take off his clothes. Then
the three of us went swimming in the pool.

Lori and I recovered quickly from what Kevin had done
to us. There were changes of course, most of them for
the better. Tom and I get along better and are closer
than we ever were. And we are both closer to Lori than
any other parents of a teenager that I know of. We are
more tolerant now, we have to be. There is no way that
Lori is going to go back to being the sweet, naïve
fifteen year old that she was before this happened. Tom
has had to get used to her bringing boys home and
fucking their brains out. Because of what I went
through it didn't bother me but he had to make a pretty
serious adjustment.

There was another adjustment that he had to make. But
this one he enjoyed. I found that I couldn't go back to
being monogamous. Well, I might have been able to. But
when Tom found out how much trouble I was having with
that, how much I missed having sex with my co-workers
and with our neighbor Hugh we talked it over. It turns
out that he was turned on hearing about the way the men
at work used me for sex. The same was true of Hugh. We
had a lot of hot sex after I related some of my
experiences to Tom and he finally admitted that he had
fantasized for a long time about watching me have sex
with other men.

So now I have sex with my four co-workers. Our
relationship has changed since Kevin left the picture,
but not that much. I still wear those slutty dresses to
work. I am still submissive to them and I still put out
for the occasional client. And we still talk about them
coming over and joining Lori and me for some hot sex.
Lori is all for it. But the threats are gone and the
fear is gone. Hell! I even think that Mr. Johnson is
starting to act like a human being now and then!

Hugh was shocked when I called him over to my house one
day and told him that Kevin was gone and Tom had come
back home. He was even more shocked when I told him
that he was still welcome to come over from time to
time and fuck me, even if Tom was home. In fact, I
think I was able to convince him that Tom would get a
kick out of it.

There are a few things from the darker side of this
that I suppose I need to mention. The morning after Tom
beat Kevin with the bat so badly he was found in a
gutter, just about half dead. He is suffering from
severe brain damage and doesn't even know his own name.
I asked an acquaintance who was a nurse to check on his
condition and she said that Kevin would never recover.
He can walk and talk but his brain is now at about the
level of a ten year old. He has become known for his
sweet disposition and gentleness. But he will always be
a ten year old.

The studio where Lori and I were ******** and filmed
doing all of those horrible things was burned down
several days after I was there. The fire was determined
to be the result of arson and the owners are suspected
and are likely to be charged. Evidence was found at the
home of the two men who owned the studio. They insist
that it was planted but the case is supposed to be
pretty strong against them.

The other piece of gossip that I picked up recently was
that a woman who owned a kennel outside of town was
********* and has been missing for months. Police claim
that they have information that she is being held
against her will in a whorehouse somewhere in Mexico
and ****** to service Mexican laborers in between her
donkey shows.

The End

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A hubby loves cock!


The husband and his wife don't belong to each other, it seems like they are willing to be fucked by absolutely anyone and they don't mind it. Read the story and see how the cuckold gets fucked in his ass!

I am a good hubby for a wife who loves cuckolding her husband. That was taking place when she brought a lover of hers with his friends to me and they had fun. I was dressed like a house maid and all the guys emptied their balls on me.

...my wife was getting a close-up of me, I noticed all the men started to get dressed. After my wife got a good close-up of me Arthur told me to get dressed but do not wipe any cum of me. He also told me to clean the room up. As everyone walked out of the room I looked in the mirror and I saw myself with cum all over my face, hair, neck, on my fake breast, and in my panties. I turned around and looked at the back and read "I love cock" on my panties. I could also see the cum draining from my ass. I looked for my bra and maids uniform and found it difficult to walk because of getting fucked so hard and good! I couldn't walk comfortably in my heels. As I bent down to get my bra I could feel the cum escaping from my butt and into my panties. I could also feel sperm running down my face. I got my uniform and put it on. As I was cleaning I could feel the cum start to go down my thighs and into my stockings.

When I finished cleaning I went into the living room where Arthur and my wife were watching the movie of the party. He had his hand on my wife's inner thigh. He asked me if I was through cleaning and I said: "yes, master". He then handed me the camera and told me to start taping. As I turned it on my wife got off of the couch and undid Arthur's jeans. She started to suck his cock so I got closer as she took it in her mouth. She was sucking him off like she has never done with me. She then got up off of her knees, took her pants off, turned around, and lowered herself on his cock. I of course got a close-up of her pussy as she sat on his cock. Arthur then motioned for me to get a shot of her shirt. I did this so you could clearly see her nipple through the shirt because she wasn't wearing a bra and could read her shirt which had a phrase on the back: "My hubby loves cock". Arthur then told me to get a shot of my face. I did this and he asked me if the shot was well done. I answered in my feminine voice: "Yes, master". My wife started to go fast and hard. Soon she moaned she was gonna cum. As she was cumming, Arthur started to cum into her pussy. When she got up I got a close-up of her pussy leaking his cum. Arthur said:

"I am ready to take you 2 girls home. Come on!"

We got in the car and headed back to my house. Arthur started to slow down and turned into a very crowded convenience store. He told us to go get him some *****. My wife opened the door and got out, but I did not. Arthur looked in the back seat and ordered to me again. I answered him that it was very crowded over here and he quickly got out of the car and grabbed me by the arm to pull me out. He then pulled me to the back of the car where everyone could see. He told me to put my legs together and bend over to get punishment. He then told me I had to count the spankings out to him. He ended up giving me 10 spanks over my ass. After slapping my ass, I was then ordered to go get the ****** and that we had to be back at least in 10 minutes. Neither of us had a watch. He also told us we could not try to hide or even try to hide our faces and if anyone asked if the shirt saying "My hubby loves cock" was true, I had to show them my panties. We went in and 2 young guys came up to us and asked my wife if her husband loved cock. She said:

"Why don't you ask him, she is standing right there!"

I then turned around bent over and lifted my uniform so they could read the back of my panties. They were looking at my wife's crotch so she spread her legs so they could see the cum leaking from her pussy. We finally decided that we should go because 10 minutes passed. So we bought the soda and returned to the car. Arthur then said that I won't ever disobey him again.

As we got to the garage we headed upstairs. We were lucky because no one passed us by on our way home. We got there and my wife realized she forgot the key in the car, so Arthur told her to go get it. When we were waiting the elevator door opened and my neighbor Brad walked out. Brad is a 6"2 black guy with a bald head and a muscular body. I tried to hide myself behind Arthur but he told me NO. When Brad walked by he looked at me and stopped. He said:

"Is that you?" and Arthur said:

"This slut loves to be called Pamella when she is dressed up!" Brad said:

"It looks like you have had fun" and I give him a glaring look because I was now humiliated even more than at the store because my neighbor knew me. At this moment my wife returned. Brad then asked her if that saying on the shirt was true. I know what I am supposed to do, but didn't say a word. Arthur slapped my ass and ordered me to answer him. I then turned around bend over and show him my panties. Brad said:

"I would like to fuck that sexy white ass!"

We walk in our apartment and Arthur invited Brad in. I walked over to a chair and sat down because my feet were hurting. Arthur told me to stop being such a rude maid, take his coat and get us something to *****. I did as I was told, they all sat on the couch with my wife in the middle. When I handed them their ****** Arthur told me to go get in the corner facing the wall, with my hand to the side, and standing straight up. I stood in the corner as they talked. They then walked around the apartment showing Brad around. They came back and told me to stand in front of them. Arthur asked me if I thought the punishment was severe enough for being so rude. I answered: "Yes, master". Then he asked me again how many spankings I should get. I said that at least 10 slaps. He told me to get into position. I then turned around put my legs together and put my palms on the coffee table looking straight down. Arthur took his belt off and handed it to Brad. Brad then gave me 4 very fast and hard spankings. Arthur stopped him and asked:

"Pamella what are you supposed to do? So I said:

"I want some more, master!" Then I got another 10 spankings and after that Arthur told me to stay where I was because he did not give me permission to watch my wife give Brad a blow job. I could only guess and imagine Brad sitting on our couch and taking my wife's mouth on his big cock!
As Brad finished, he approached me, rubbed my butt and said:
"Pamella you have a nice ass!"

Arthur then suggested that we all go to the bedroom. As we headed to the bedroom Brad grabbed me by the waist and whispered in my ear:

"I'm going to fuck that tight white ass of yours!"

We got into the bedroom Brad and Arthur took off their clothes and sat on the bed beside each other. My wife and I got on our knees and took their hard cocks in our mouths. I was sucking Brad as Arthur told my wife to strip for them. So, after she started stripping show, I started to alternate between 2 cocks. I was sucking Brad, Arthur got up and got my wife to bend over with her hands on the bed. Brad then told me to do the same! Next, Brad pulled my cum-soaked panties down and placed his hard cock at the entrance of my ass. He asked me what I wanted.

"I want you big black cock in my tight white ass!" I said.

With that Arthur started to push into my wife's pussy and Brad into my ass. They were fucking us I looked at my wife. They told us to lay on our backs so we laid down beside each other. Arthur was about to fuck her missionary and I put my legs on Brad's shoulders. They entered us simultaneously again. They fucked us like that for about 20 minutes. Arthur pulled out of my wife and Brad out of me. Arthur told me to get in doggy style position. I did and he got behind me. He told me to beg for it.
"I want you to fuck me hard. I'm your bitch!" I said.

He stuck it in as Brad fucked my wife in missionary.

"Oh, fuck that feels good take that ass! Fuck me harder! I said! I could feel he was getting close.
I said that, he pulled out and with one hard motion unloaded his cum all over my face! I could feel his warm sperm shot all over my cheeks and lips! Arthur pulled out and wiped his cock on my ass cheeks. Arthur moved and Brad got behind me.

"So you like to have cum on your face?" Brad asked.

"Yes master I want your cum all over me!" I said

"I'm gonna fuck that tight white ass again!" Brad said

"Please I need your big black cock in my white ass, any time, master!" I said

Brad slid his cock in my awaiting ass:
"How you like that, slut?" Brad questioned.

"It's so hot and good!" I said

"You are my white cum slut. All you white whores like to have black cocks don't you?" Brad asked again.

"Yes master" I said

Brad started speeding up. I could feel that this one was also close to cumming!

"Yeahh, bitch! Here it comes!" Brad said!

He started to shoot his load all over my mouth! Brad shoot load after load in my mouth! He shoots so much I couldn't get enough and swallow it all! Brad also wiped his cock on my cheeks. When he was done, Arthur told me that me and my wife can have sex now.

I slowly put it in and she started to moan. She was very close and so was I. I started speeding up! She started cumming and so did I. As I finished cumming, Arthur told me to put my panties back on. I put the panties on and Arthur told me to go stand in the corner again. They were having a dinner, which my wife cooked for them, while I was standing in the corner. About an hour later he tells me to get on my knees because they were horny again and my wife was a***** on the bed naked. So I start sucking them off. They both took their cocks out of my mouth and started to jerk off. Arthur started cumming on my face that already had cum all over it! Brad then started cumming as well and I could not believe how much he came! He shot at least 7 big loads on my face. Arthur then told me to lie on my back on the bed and go to *****. He saw that I was turned on by the cumshots and told me not to touch myself. Arthur left the room and came back with a pair of cuffs. He cuffed my hands to the bed head and said that I was not allowed to touch myself while he was away. When he left my wife rolled over and said:

"Honey, you looked so good on your knees just know!"

She then went down to my small flabby penis. She pulled it out the side of my panties and gave me the best blow job I ever had. She then tucked my tight penis back in my panties between my legs and went to ***** again. I knew that show was going to continue!

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my wife fucked by a stranger in a restaurant


we were in south france and we decide to go to a nice little restaurant, we chose one nearby the seaside, my wife was dressed with a nice flower dress long till the half middle of the thigh and beeing tanned and blonde was really sexy to see. We enter in the restaurant and the owner said to us that we can sit where we want. So we decide to sit in a table that was three step higher than the floor with mirror behind. The owner looks like a carribean and was about 30 years old with athletic body and a nice face, he was wearing a tight T shirt (that enhance the image of his muscle!)and flax large short trousers (not tight). We take place and then he come to our table asking what we want to *****, while he was talking to us about fact that the restaurant was specialised in DOM TOM cooking and that his wife was the cook I have seen that my wife was looking at his bulges! so I have had a look too and was really impressive!! due to the large trousers he was possible to see this bulges going almost near the middle of his thigh! He has seen our sight so smiling he moves against the table and doing it seems to see the cock on the table. Both me and my wife we were hipnotize by that cock so he turn and he moves away to get ***** for us. My wife ask to me which size could reach that cock beeing hard ans I have answered "no idea" but there could be a way to discover it, I was surprised from myself about my sentece ! I was supporting my wife to discover another cock !! So I have seen Tommy (this was his name) speaking with his wife that was looking at us, then Tommy get the ***** and moves to us, I turn my head and I said to my wife to take away her panties, so she get the panties with her hand and slowly remove, I was looking at the mirror behind my wife that Tommy that was coming looking at her, now it was at him to be hipnotized!! Coming to us was clearly visible that he was getting hard because his cock was pushing against the trousers and now not near the thigh!
He come at the table with a really huge erection , he put the serving dish on the table, my wife turn a bit and open the legs showing the blonde pussy to him and touching, at first with her forefinger the head of the hard cock and then with the thumb too to get the size, I was getting hard too and Tommy.
while my wife was touching his cock Tommy put his right hand under my wife's dress and his finger was soon inside her wet hole digging and then rubbing her hard clit. She unfastened his belt buckle and started to unzip his pants when he quickly took over getting his pants down around him ankles. what we have seen !! His cock was so HUGE! It was at least 11 inches long and pretty thick !!
My wife took hold of his horse-sized dick with both of her hands and began sucking on the enormous head then she began sliding her mouth up and down the entire length of his cock , she lick and kiss the big balls, then using his tongue all along the long cock. I turn my head and I have seen Tommy's wife coming from the kitchen , she closed the door of the restaurant and come to us, she bent in front of my wife; She took away tommy's finger and put my wife’s legs up in the air, wide open and started giving her a massive oral sex. My wife’s high heels were moving with the moving of her head. Within some second my wife was sucking wildly on Tommy's cock. Then more she sucked, the bigger he got until she truly had a mouthful. I have never seen my wife so wild giving a blow job, she was in ecstasy, she was even moaning sucking the huge cock!!. moreover Tommy's said dirty words to her like : " suck it white whore, do you like the black horse deep in your mouth ? mmm go on ..." it was clear that he was appreciating my wife's job !! ? I was surprised and excited seeing my wife servicing another man with a huge dick and so I pulled my hard dick out of my shorts and start to wank. After some minutes Tommy's wife Celine was saying : " this white whore is cumming and she is enough wet for you". So Tommy put my wife on the table, pulled my wife skirts up, downblouse the dress of my wife squeezing her tits; so I could see my wife's nipples were big and hard.
My wife's legs lifted high in the air and wide apart, Celine open and got both legs with her hands, Tommy began rubbing her pussy lips with the big head. He did this for a minute before pushing his cock a short way into her wet cunt.The pussy lips opened like a rose and I cannot believe that a so big cock could enter my tight wife's pussy. She let out a scream and fixing Tommy's eyes was screaming : " go on please fuck me deeper". I tried to put my hard cock in her mouth but she refused ! She want to concentrate all his body on that horse cock.

Celine was still holding the legs of my wife, my wife's juices flowing out of the bald pussy and make Tommy's cock wet and slimy. By every inch filled up her pussy she groaned of joy, he slid halfway in; my wife let out a moan-scream and Tommy stopped. I thought no more inch of cock can enter in my wife pussy, but Tommy push and so she had 3/4 in. She was red in face and I heard her say: "Oh my God, it feel so good." I didn't think She could take any more when Tommy push more and began pumping all 10" hardon meat into my wife. She wrapped her legs around his ass when he fucked her hard.Tommy was going In and out with his cock and my wife lifted her hips upward to have it deeper than possible.
The harder he fucked her, the wilder she got as she screamed his name and told him "fuck me deeper, fuck me harder".
Tommy continued plowing her. My wife's body went into sexual convulsions and she trembled and shivered in uncontrolled lust that only a woman in illicit sex could feel. Soon She moves the legs from the ass and she wrapped her legs around his waist and both her arms were around his neck pulling him closer and thighter to her . Tommy's cock kept pounding and ramming her. Celine was saying " what a hot slut we have here". About 10 minutes until Tommy finally exploded filling his pussy with his hot cum. She groaned and I moaned and she keep Tommy tight to her. I saw the cum coming out from my wife pussy with Tommy's big cock all in.
Then Tommy moves away, my wife look at me and keep my head pushing me to her pussy, I said "but" and she said " shut up and lick". So I was licking my wife pussy still flowing out Tommy's cum ! Then she move and she kept in the hand Tommy's cock , she kiss it and move it to my mouth, with the other hand she push me to Tomm's big cock, Tommy said "suck it both of you" so in a while I had my first bi experience with a big cock in my mouth. Me and my wife we kiss and lick the cock that soon start to become harder. I felt the warmness of his cock and incredible I like it !. My wife said to Tommy “fuck my ass” so she move doggy on the table and Tommy rubbed his cock up and down the crack of her ass, teasing her by pushing it agaist his tight hole. This drives her crazy, then Celine put butter in my wife asshole. Tommy push a bit but his size was too big and cannot move in. My wife was saying "please try another time", but impossible to go on , even Tommy said was impossible "too tight this asshole !". So he was excited and moves his cock to the pussy and he fucked her from behind, he play with her ass by rubbing his finger in circles around it and gently pressing into it without going in. I move to the other side and I put my cock in my wife mouth that now accept it, so she was fucked from both side. Tommy said to her a couple of time "if you want my cock in you ass you should fuck with your husband for some day in the ass and then you can come back to me".
My wife was cumming and cumming when Tommy put her on the table face to him and start to fuck her mouth, he gave some push in and out and then he was cumming, my wife try to move the head but he hold her head saying "***** my milk white slut", he filled her to overflowing, I have seen some cum coming out from her lips and the throat pulsing while she was oblige to swallow his loads. Tommy moves to Celine and they were kissing one each other ; then she said "now it's time you got a hot ass" and she bent on the table ,Tommy had (incredible) another erection, he push his headcock on the asshole and soon the big head disappear, he was in and out and after some minutes both they were cumming in front of me and my wife completely estonished seeing that big cock in a asshole.
My wife dress up and we move out of the restaurant, Tommy remember my wife to train her asshole. We walk on the street and some men look at us because my wife was walking close to me but she moves with her legs trembling, she has no more ****** ! moreover some cum was still cooling on her legs.
Believe me has been an unforgetable day for me and for my wife and a hot week before coming back to Tommy.

Vengeance d'une ex à une ex


Meg et Amélie ***t deux de mes ex de 18 et 20 ans respectivement, l'une brune, jolie, l'air enfantin ; l'autre blonde aux yeux bleus, magnifique.
Meg, jalouse d'Amélie, l'a entraîné chez elle et après une douce séance de câlins, l'a piégé, l'entraînant à se faire prendre par 5 mecs en chaleur tout en prenant des photos.
Elle l'a prévenu de garder *** téléphone à portée de main car ce n'était que le début...

Ce matin d'hiver, Amélie se préparait à se lever pour traîner un peu sur *** ordinateur et pourquoi pas sortir, malgré le froid, il y a toujours le marché de noël à visiter.
Ces plans, si entraînants soient ils tombèrent à l'eau au moment où *** téléphone ***na.
Un numéro inconnu, elle savait donc déjà ce qui allait se passer...

-Allô ?
-Rejoins moi chez moi habillée sexy a 9h30 précise !

Puis plus rien.
Il était 8h50, en comptant les 20 minutes de trajet, elle avait tout juste le temps de prendre une douche et d'avaler quelque chose.
Amélie choisit une jupe arrivant au genou, un string en satin, un petit débardeur à décolleté, le soutien-gorge allant avec *** bas, et mit un pull et *** manteau long par dessus pour enfin partir dans le blizzard hivernal.
Elle arriva tout juste à l'heure et Meg l'attendait sur le pallier, prête à la punir à la moindre minute de retard.

-C'est bien tu es à l'heure au moins. Montre moi donc ce que tu as mis !
-Ici ? Mais il fait –10° au moins...
-Ce n'était pas une question, dépêche toi avant que je ne te demande d'enlever plus d'habits !

Amélie enleva *** manteau et *** pull pour montrer ses fines jambes et le haut de sa poitrine à la jeune Meg. On voyait par dessous le débardeur les tétons qui commençaient à pointer sous le vent.

-Bon ça ira, rentre et attend moi au salon.

Meg arriva dans le salon accompagné d'un garçon fort peu gâté par la nature.
Amélie le trouva hideux, corpulent (doux euphémisme), pataud, et ses yeux transpiraient la frustration sexuelle et l'envie d'un corps où se glisser.
Il lui fit horreur de suite et elle se mit à craindre la suite des évènements.
En effet Meg fit les présentations et annonça la couleur :

-Amélie, voici Antoine, Antoine, Amélie. Elle sera ta compagne et ta chose pendant 24h.
Amélie, préviens tes parents par message que tu ne rentres que demain matin car tu dors chez une amie.

Ca ne l'enchantait guère de devoir passer une journée et une nuit complète avec ce parfait inconnu, qui plus est peu séduisant. Pourtant, elle savait qu'elle n'avait pas le choix et que tant que Meg avait cette prise sur elle, elle ne pourrait rien refuser et devrait obéir au doigt et à l'œil.

-Bon amusez vous bien, je vais faire un petit tour chez mon chéri moi, je te raconterai si tu veux, esclave.

Puis Meg s'en fut avec un petit rire sadique et agaçant en fermant la porte à clef de l'extérieur.
Amélie ressentit une bouffée de désespoir car elle se rendait soudain compte qu'elle ne pourrait échapper à cet homme, la porte était condamnée et ils étaient enfermés tous les deux dans une mai*** pendant tout ce temps.

-Alors ma jolie, je vois que tu as mis de bien beaux vêtements, tu sais que tu m'excites comme ça ?
-Vous savez, ce n'est pas comme ça qu'on fait lorsqu'on veut exciter une jeune fille... On leur parle gentiment, calmement et poliment.
-Silence, Meg m'a promis un vide-couille pour 24h, à défaut de l'avoir elle, je suis bien content de t'avoir toi !

Ca commençait bien, déjà il est moche, en plus rustre... Quoi de plus gentleman ?

-Fais moi un petit strip chérie, après tout, t'es à moi pendant un bon moment, on peut prendre notre temps non ?
-D'accord... se résigna Amélie dans un soupir.
-On dit « oui mon chéri »
-Oui mon chéri, dit elle cette fois avec un fris*** de dégoût.

Elle commença donc à danser doucement devant *** nouvel apollon.
Ses bretelles de débardeurs glissèrent sur ses délicates épaules, abaissant le décolleté au niveau de la dentelle du soutien-gorge. Elle passa ses doigts fins dans ses cheveux pour ensuite descendre ses mains le long de *** cou, sur sa poitrine tendue en avant, *** ventre plat et finis sur ses hanches ondulantes.
La fermeture de la jupe s'ouvrit et elle tomba à ses pieds.
Amélie enleva ensuite *** débardeur par dessus sa tête en continuant de danser devant *** public qui était déjà à bout.
Elle se retrouva en sous vêtements de satin ondoyant devant un jeune homme immonde qui suait l'excitation.
Elle tenta de dissiper la honte et la rage de devoir exécuter pareille besogne dans la concentration qu'elle y mettait, ce qui ne la rendait que plus désirable.
Ses mains qu'elle avait passé dans *** dos pour dégrafer *** soutien-gorge faisait ressortir sa poitrine magnifiquement et lorsque le rempart de tissu la quitta, ils semblaient fixer Antoine dans les yeux et l'inviter. (Ce qui n'était qu'une impression car Amélie était plus qu'heureuse de gagner du temps sur ce qui suit)
Une fois seulement en string, la tension qui habitait notre fauve était telle qu'il ne put attendre la fin du show d'Amélie pour lui sauter dessus.
Il lui arracha le maigre morceau de satin protégeant *** sanctuaire et la plaqua au sol pour se déshabiller sur elle.
Le fait de l'écraser à l'en étouffer semblant l'exciter encore plus et une fois nu, il la pénétra sans ménagement, ce qui fit pousser à notre infortunée un petit cri de peur, douleur et désespoir.
Il exécuta de grands va et viens à même le plancher du salon sans se soucier un seul instant de ce que subissait la jeune fille qui avait disparu sous lui.
Au bout de peu de minutes, il déchargea en elle et partir se laver sans même la regarder.

Amélie honteuse, souillée, partit vers la salle de bain pour extraire ce qui restait en elle, faisant attention à ne pas en laisser en chemin (Dieu sait ce qu'on lui aurait fait faire si elle en avait mit partout...).
A peine eut elle le temps de se vider l'utérus et la vessie qu'un cri retentissait :

-AMELIE !!!!!!!!

Ces 24h vont être dures à supporter... Combien de passées ? 40minutes... L'enfer ne fait que débuter.

Entendant le cri de *** tortionnaire, Amélie se précipita dans le salon où Antoine l'attendait.
Toujours aussi repoussant pensa t elle, et dire que cet homme était en moi il y a à peine 5 minutes...

-Ah te voilà, tu vas devoir travailler ta rapidité petite !
Tes consignes pour ce matin : tu vas rester complètement nue, tu vas ouvrir toutes les fenêtres de la mai*** en te mettant bien devant, si quelqu'un te regarde, chauffe le ou la en te caressant où tu veux. Je te suivrai partout pour vérifier. C'est bien clair ?

-Oui...

-Oui qui ?

-Oui mon chéri (nouvelle grimace de dégoût qui lui valut une énorme claque sur les fesses.) AIE mais ça fait mal !

-Ça t'apprendra à me respecter salope, allez hop au boulot !

La jeune et nue Amélie se mit donc au travail en montant les escaliers pour aller tout d'abord ouvrir les fenêtres de l'étage supérieur.

-Hep hep hep, à quatre pattes quand tu te déplaces. Voilà et bien cambrée que je puisse voir tous les détails.

Elle tendit donc ses organes postérieurs vers le regard lubrique de l'homme en chaleur derrière elle. En montant les escaliers, il pourrait tout voir, cela gênait Amélie affreusement et elle se sentait plus qu'honteuse en cette position.
Arrivée en haut des escaliers, elle rentra dans la première des 3 chambres et se leva pour se mettre bien en face de la fenêtre et l'ouvrit en grand, ainsi que les volets le plus silencieusement possible afin de ne pas attirer l'attention sur elle.

-A GENOUX ESCLAVE, A LA PROCHAINE FENÊTRE, hurla Antoine.

Pour la discrétion c'était raté...
Déjà l'atmosphère se mettait à refroidir, elle devrait se dépêcher, les escaliers lui permettraient de se réchauffer un peu.
Elle ouvrit donc la deuxième fenêtre mais elle n'avait pas prévu ce qui arriva : un violent courant d'air provoqué par le vent hivernal et la première fenêtre de l'autre chambre s'engouffra dans ses cheveux et lui caressa tout le corps comme un seau d'eau glacé qu'on lui aurait lancé.
Ses tétons se solidifièrent d'un coup et pointèrent douloureusement, des fris***s parcoururent toute sa peau et elle commença à grelotter.
Plus qu'une et elle redescendra.
Ce qu'elle fit non sans mal à cause de ses tremblement, ce qui lui valut une autre grosse claque qui la fit crier juste devant la fenêtre ouverte.

Revenue devant les escaliers, elle se rendit compte que la descente allait être un peu plus difficile que la montée.
Elle décida donc de descendre avec prudence et plus lentement, ce qui signifiait offrir un spectacle plus long au dégénéré qui la suivait.
Heureusement, en bas, il n'y avait qu'une fenêtre à ouvrir.
Lorsqu'elle se mit debout devant, elle bloqua : une bande de jeunes, garçons et filles, passaient lentement devant la mai*** et discutaient.

-Plus vite que ça, ça serait marrant qu'ils te voient et que tu les fasses tous bander tu crois pas ?

Devant une demande si gentille, elle n'avait plus le choix :
Elle ouvrit la fenêtre en priant que per***ne ne regarde dans sa direction mais c'était sans compter le grincement des vieilles fenêtre en bois qui alerta un jeune qui ne se fit pas prier pour avertir ses amis et amies qu'une magnifique jeune femme se tenait nue à moins de 10mètres d'eux.
Conformément aux consignes, Amélie se lança alors :
Elle commença a onduler en se caressant le cou, ensuite la poitrine, puis descendit une main tandis que l'autre remontait à sa bouche : elle se suçait un doigt tout en caressant *** minou de l'autre main.
Après quelques minutes de ce spectacle peu habituel, la plupart des mâles de la rue qui avaient la main dans le pantalon la remercièrent et leurs copines les emmenèrent plus loin, sans doute jalouse de notre infortunée.

-Viens par la maintenant, je vais devoir faire quelques recherches internet, tu vas me sucer en attendant.

Sur le point de vomir devant cette perspective peu ragoûtante, elle le suivit quand même. Après tout, si elle obéissait, ça irait sans doute moins mal pour elle.

Antoine assis à l'ordinateur et Amélie en dessous du bureau à s'appliquer sur le membre mou formaient une caricature du cher d'entreprise et de sa secrétaire coquine qui passait plus de temps a genoux que sur *** propre ordinateur.
Malgré ses efforts, la verge refusait de se lever, sans doute une conséquence à l'acte ****** du matin même, et cela la dégoûtait encore plus d'avoir à enfiler cette chose flasque avec encore *** odeur et un peu de sperme séché collé dessus dans sa bouche rose et douce.
Soudain, la ***nette de la porte retentit.
Antoine passa une clef à Amélie (qui croyait être enfermée là jusqu'au retour de Meg) et lui dit d'aller ouvrir mais de rester à quatre pattes et cambrée en ouvrant.
Le livreur apportait un petit colis. Il ne devait pas être très vieux, il avait un visage très juvénile et était certainement encore puceau.

-J'apporte un colis pour la... euh... l'esclave Amélie ?

-Oui c'est moi.

-J'ai pour consigne aussi de vous demander ce que je veux comme paiement.

-Et j'ai pour consigne de vous laisser faire j'imagine...

-Euh je pense oui... Vous pouvez me lécher ? demanda-t-il tout timidement en rougissant.

Ah enfin un jeune homme poli et correct, même s'il demandait des choses qui ne se demandent pas en société, il n'était pas rustre comme l'autre et il était plutôt mignon dans *** genre (sûrement la jeunesse et la virginité qui faisait l'effet là).
Elle baissa *** pantalon et retira *** boxer pour découvrir un sexe ayant à peine atteint sa taille définitive et le dévora, donnant de grands coups de langue dessus, mordillant, serrant ses lèvres autour en l'aspirant.
Le jeune puceau ne résista pas longtemps à ce traitement et éjacula en de long traits dans la gorge de notre jeune esclave qui avala tout et nettoya le bout avec le bout de sa langue.
Ce sperme avait moins le goût de rance et amer que celui du morse dans l'autre pièce, il était plus sucré et agréable.

-Et maintenant, tu vas partir ou tu veux me demander autre chose ? demanda Amélie en le regardant de ses yeux bleus azur tout en continuant de flatter le méat avec le bout de sa langue.
(Oula je ne me reconnais plus, pensa-t-elle.)

-Euh c'est pas facile à demander mais est ce que je peux... vous... euh...

-Tu veux me pénétrer ?

-Oui, répondit-il dans un murmure, rouge comme une pivoine.

-Suffisait de le demander, regarde t'es de nouveau en forme. C'est ta première fois ?

-Oui...

-Alors vas-y à ton rythme et fais ce que tu veux.

Après cette révélation, Amélie était en transe et complètement trempée. Même le boulet aurait pu lui rentrer dedans sans lui faire mal, et pourtant ce n'était pas le plus délicat des hommes...
Le jeune garçon se plaça derrière notre héroïne toujours à quatre pattes et enfila tout doucement *** sexe dans celui trempé d'Amélie.
C'était trop mignon, on avait l'impression qu'il avait peur de lui faire mal, ce qui excita encore plus l'intéressée. Elle donna des coups de reins de plus en plus marqués pour l'encourager et il entama des va et viens de plus en plus rapides.
La rapidité de *** éruption ne priva pas Amélie d'une jouissance puissante car à *** niveau d'excitation, elle avait jouit aussi vite que lui.
Après *** dépucelage, le jeune homme la remercia et s'en fut sans rien dire de plus.
Mince, je ne connais même pas *** nom... Il serait capable de me retrouver et de me reconnaître mais pas moi...
Elle retourna donc dans le bureau avec Antoine qui avait finit entre temps de faire ses recherches.

-Je vais aller faire quelques courses, tu veux m'attendre là ou venir avec moi ? Dans cette tenue bien sur haha.

Amélie ne répondit pas bien entendu, la réponse était évidente.
Elle attendit donc dans une mai*** aux fenêtres ouvertes, nue comme un vers, avec du sperme lui dégoulinant du sexe le retour de l'homme qui avait fait d'elle une esclave.

-Bien, il est temps de manger maintenant !
Alors qu'est-ce qu'on a là ? Ah oui, des spaghetti bolo, ça va te plaire je le sens.

Le retour d'Antoine lui provoqua deux sentiments bien différents : le soulagement de n'être plus seule, nue au milieu d'une mai*** vide ouverte de partout où n'importe qui pourrait pénétrer (quelle belle analogie à ma situation... pensa-t-elle), et la crainte des traitements qu'il pourrait encore lui faire subir.
Finalement, ça n'avait pas l'air trop terrible comparé au reste, elle n'eut qu'à subir une légère *********** de plus : elle devait manger ses spaghetti sans les mains dans une gamelle à même le sol.

-Je te traite comme la chienne que tu es, tu as vu dans quel état t'as foutu le livreur ?

Une fois qu'elle eut tout mangé, Antoine la préposa à la vaisselle pendant qu'il passait un coup de téléphone.

-Ouais c'est moi...
Elle a tout mangé...
Bien sur tu peux venir...
Encore mieux, amène le, on va se marrer...
OK je te la prépare et on y va...

Cette fois, Amélie sentit un fris*** glacé lui parcourir le dos.
Qu'avait-elle avalé ? Qui était-ce au téléphone ? Qu'allait-on encore lui faire subir ?
La pauvre n'imaginait même pas ce qui lui était réservé...

Après cette courte conversation téléphonique entre Antoine et un inconnu, qui n'était sûrement pas seul à en juger par la per***ne qu'il devait amener, Amélie se sentit très mal...
En effet, elle avait peur d'avoir avalé quelque chose vu l'importance que ces pâtes bolognaise (qu'elle avait encore tartinées sur le visage) avaient eu dans cette discussion.

-Allez, viens avec moi toi...

Sursautant par l'ordre de *** geôlier qui venait de la tirer de ses réflexions, Amélie obtempéra rapidement.
Elle le suivit dans les escaliers puis dans la chambre qui était encore fraîche du fait de l'ouverture des fenêtres durant toute la matinée.
Antoine la fit se coucher sur le lit et pour la ******** un peu plus, lui demanda d'attacher elle même ses pieds et une de ses mains, tandis qu'il attacherait la dernière.
Amélie tremblait tellement de peur de ce qui lui arriverait qu'elle avait énormément de mal à bien attacher les 3 paires de menottes aux barreaux du lit et ses membres ce qui lui valut une claque retentissante.
Enfin, honteuse, apeurée, la joue brûlante, elle tendit sa main avec réticence pour qu'il lui attache.

-A toute... lui fit Antoine en s'en allant sans lui jeter un regard.

Durant un bon moment, elle resta dans le lit, attachée, tremblant à la fois de peur et de froid.
Au fur et à mesure que le temps passait, elle ressentait une sensation étrange.
Un chatouillis chaleureux dans la région du bas-ventre.

Lorsqu'elle entendit la porte d'entrée s'ouvrir, elle était littéralement trempée et avait l'esprit ailleurs.
Les bruits de pas dans les escaliers faisaient penser à beaucoup de per***nes mais peut être *** esprit amplifiait-il ses craintes. Ils n'étaient que 3 : Antoine, Meg contre toute attente, et un jeune homme brun, plutôt beau mais d'apparence sévère.

-Alors là chapeau, tu nous l'as bien préparée la cochonne. complimenta Meg.

-Elle ne sait pas ce qu'il lui arrive, je pensais que ça serait plus drôle si tu lui expliquais, dit Antoine avec un sourire perfide.

-Pas bête. Alors ma petite Amélie, tes pâtes bolo contenaient un produit aphrodisiaque puissant pour femme, d'ailleurs, je vois que ça fait effet. Passe moi le colis !

Du colis qu'Antoine lui tendait, elle sortit un gode vibrant à télécommande et un rosebud (petit œuf en métal que l'on introduit généralement dans l'anus).
Elle humidifia le rosebud avec les sécrétions plus qu'abondantes de l'impuissante et lui inséra tout doucement dans *** petit trou.

-AIEEEEEEEE arrête, ça fait mal !!!!!
PLOP (bruit de disparition de l'objet =D)
Wouaouh ! cria-t-elle de jouissance et de douleur mêlées.

-Et attend t'as pas tout vu : on va s'amuser un peu et tu as vu, t'as du public, ça te fait pas plaisir ?

Le rouge monta au joues d'Amélie lorsqu'elle s'aperçut qu'elle se donnait vraiment en spectacle et qu'elle était condamnée à subir les volontés de Meg devant un inconnus qui profitait bien de la vue et de la situation.
D'un coup, elle se sentit déchirée : Meg lui avait rentré le gode en entier, qui était d'une taille considérable, dans sa fente trempée.
Elle était remplie des deux côtés et cela lui procurait une sensation insupportable de bien être et d'excitation (sans doute l'aphrodisiaque).

-A toi l'honneur.

Amélie tourna la tête pour voir que Meg s'adressait au nouveau venu et lui tendait la télécommande pour qu'il s'amuse un peu lui aussi.
Il actionna les commandes, augmentant tout doucement la puissance des vibrations qui commencèrent presque imperceptibles puis s'intensifiaient, faisaient vibrer l'objet métallique dans l'anus d'Amélie, puis devenaient de plus en plus forte jusqu'à la faire crier.

A cet instant, Meg retira rapidement la télécommande des mains de jeune homme.

-Attends, on va pas la laisser s'en tirer comme ça, faut pas la faire jouir tout de suite la belle, susurra-t-elle avec une voix mielleuse et un sourire carnassier.

Amélie gémit car elle savait ce que cela impliquait.
Plusieurs fois, Meg poussait la machine jusqu'à ce que l'infortunée soit au bord de la jouissance (ce qui arrivait vite avec deux objets la remplissant et l'aphrodisiaque).

-Arrête ! Fais moi jouir, je ferai n'importe quoi mais laisse moi venir !

-Ah n'importe quoi hein ? Antoine, l'appareil photo s'il te plait.

Pendant que l'intéressé allait chercher ce qui lui avait été demandé, Meg s'assit à *** bureau pour écrire un petit texte sur un morceau de papier qu'elle tendit devant Amélie pour qu'elle le lise.

-Apprends le bien, tu vas devoir le réciter devant l'appareil si tu veux que je te fasse jouir. Sinon, tu vas rester toute la nuit comme ça et on se relayera pour te ******** OK ?

-Oui, tout ce que tu veux... soupira-t-elle en désespoir.

Une fois le texte appris, l'appareil en marche, la mémoire et la batterie vérifiée, la scène pouvait commencer.

-Je, Amélie C..., déclare avoir fait tout ce que me demandait Meg B... de mon plein gré et me déclare sa propriété jusqu'à ce qu'elle me rejette ou annule cette déclaration.

-C'est dans la boite ! Merci ma belle, sur ces paroles, Meg embrassa Amélie qui pleurait doucement après ce qu'elle venait de faire pour faire cesser sa *******.

Ils s'assirent tous, puis Meg enclencha le bouton pour pousser le gode à *** maximum et le laissa ainsi de longues minutes.
Amélie jouit plusieurs fois en hurlant, se tortillant dans ses liens, pleurant, riant, perdant presque connaissance tellement certains étaient forts. Jusqu'à ce qu'elle n'en puisse plus et que Meg arrête finalement l'engin, le lui retire et la libère de ses liens.

-Va aux toilettes te retirer ce que t'as dans le cul, on t'attendra dans le salon, tu as une heure pour te laver, prendre soin de toi et te remettre.

Amélie s'en fut, honteuse des regards portés sur elle après ses jouissances publiques, sa déclaration qui la forçait dorénavant à obéir encore plus et plus longtemps et en toute légalité...
Après avoir pris une bonne douche chaude et s'être coiffée, séchée, détendue, elle retourna au salon où on l'attendait comme prévu. La lueur dans leurs yeux et le sourire sur leur lèvres n'avait rien de rassurant et présageait encore une aventure déplaisante...

Amélie arriva dans le salon après une bonne douche et vit les trois tortionnaire entrain de discuter de *** sort comme si elle n'était pas là :

« Alors on va faire quoi maintenant ? demanda Meg. Il nous reste toute la nuit pour nous amuser !

-Eh mais elle devait être à moi ! s'écria Antoine.

-T'inquiètes, t'auras ce que tu veux mais on veut s'amuser aussi...

-Et pourquoi pas une promenade ? intervint l'inconnu.

-Il est plus fourbe que nous, il faut l'avouer. Ça me plaît bien moi, Antoine, t'en dis quoi ?

-Mouais, ça peut se faire.

-Marché conclu. Toi ! dit Meg en se tournant vers Amélie qui attendait nue, les bras ballants au milieu du salon. Va dans le carton qu'on a livré hier et prends le collier et la laisse, on part en ballade. »

Effrayée par cette perspective, Amélie n'avait pourtant pas le choix et partit chercher ce qu'on lui demandait.
« Mais comment je vais me sortir de tout ça moi ? Et si on me reconnaissait dans la rue ? »
Une fois le matériel apporté, elle fut forcée de mettre *** collier et d'y attacher sa laisse et ils sortirent ainsi tous quatre, dont une nue à quatre pattes tenue en laisse, pourpre de honte et luisante d'aphrodisiaque.

Le départ fut très difficile pour notre petite infortunée : les gens la regardaient avec insistance depuis l'autre trottoir et les voitures la klaxonnaient.
Cette marche, trop lente au goût d'Amélie les mena à un petit parc peu rempli à l'heure du dîner.
Les gens la voyaient de beaucoup trop près et ouvraient des yeux ronds en voyant une femme ainsi traitée.
A un moment, un passant un peu moins vertueux que les autres demanda s'il pouvait la toucher.Comme les « maîtres » de la demoiselle l'encouragèrent, il commença à lui caresser les cheveux comme on caresserait une chienne et continua, ne voyant aucune résistance ni des maîtres ni de la chienne en question.
Les trois dominateurs amenèrent la pauvre Amélie à l'abri des buis***s afin de ne pas trop attirer l'attention mais choisirent quand même un site assez exposé pour que les voyeurs et profiteurs puissent les repérer et en tirer profit.

Au bout d'une dizaine de minutes, ils étaient trois à promener leurs mains sur elle, se faire sucer et l'un d'eux allait même s'introduire auprès de la jeune fille. Une quinzaine de per***nes se délectait du spectacle si bien que le rassemblement commençait à attirer de plus en plus de monde.
Amélie avait donc maintenant un sexe dans la bouche, un dans *** intimité et un vieil homme lui tirait sur les tétons à lui en faire mal.
Le sexe dans sa bouche l'empêchait de crier, si bien que les seuls bruits qu'on pouvait entendre étaient des gémissements étouffés et rythmés.
Lorsque les deux hommes se furent vidés dans leurs orifices attitrés, Amélie se sentait transpirante, du sperme lui coulait sur le menton vu qu'elle n'avait pu tout avaler et dégoulinait le long de ses cuisses pour goutter sur le sol.
Le vieil homme sadique allait rentrer en elle lorsque la foule se dispersa brusquement.
Deux policiers faisant leur ronde dans le parc avaient trouvé cet attroupement bizarre et s'était approchés juste à temps pour voir les deux hommes jouir en elle.
Ils avaient attendu la fin de ce spectacle et profité de la vue avant de se faire remarquer et d'interrompre le coït publique dont tout le monde s'était délecté.

« Allez, fini le spectacle, dispersez vous !

-Et vous quatre, on vous embarque, renchérit le second policier. »

Une fois au poste, Amélie toujours nue fut assise sur une serviette pour éviter de mettre de la semence plein les chaises du commissariat et les quatre jeunes durent faire face aux policiers et à la sentence qui allait tomber.
Amélie jubilait car venait enfin *** heure de vengeance et de libération, elle pourrait leur expliquer, et ils la sauveraient en exigeant la destruction de toutes les images et vidéos d'elle.

Un des policiers se mit à parler, interrompant le cours de ses victorieuses pensées :

« Bon Meg, c'est un beau morceau que tu nous amènes là, tu nous expliques ?

-C'est une longue histoire mais pour faire court, elle est à ma botte et on a décidé de s'amuser un peu en la sortant. La scène de tout à l'heure n'était pas prévu mais c'était pas mal, tu trouves pas Martin ?

-Ah ouais, fit le deuxième agent, ça pour du spectacle, tu nous étonnera toujours petite. Eh, on peut la garder pour la nuit ? Ça nous fera une incarcération pour outrage à la pudeur, et nous on s'éclatera un petit coup, c'est triste la nuit ici...

-Ah bah ok, elle est à vous, je viendrai la chercher demain matin, amusez vous bien. Ne t'inquiètes pas, tu auras d'autres occasion, soupira-t-elle en se tournant vers Antoine qui était sidéré de voir sa plus belle nuit réduite à néant. »

Pendant toute cette conversation, Amélie devenait de plus en plus blême. Les sauveteurs qu'elle espérait venaient de se transformer en un nouveau cauchemar. Ils connaissaient la fille qui l'asservissait et elle sera leur prochain jouet. Elle ne pouvait imaginer tout ce qui pouvait se passer dans un commissariat presque vide durant la nuit...

Dilatator


Un nouveau voisin s'est installé dans le quartier. Il a l'air sympa et apparemment, il vit seul.
Des ouvriers ***t passés chez lui, il a fait des transformations. Plus particulièrement à la cave, d'après la lumière qui s'échappait du soupirail jusqu'à tard le soir.
On lui a livré des caisses.

Je sais. Je suis une insatiable curieuse.
Je ne participe pas aux après-midis "thé/ragots" qu'organisent à tour de rôle les ménagères du quartier et je me moque de ce qu'on peut raconter sur le voisinage.
Par contre, j'adore découvrir les secrets des autres, qui deviennent les miens.

Les anciens voisins étaient des obsédés. Toute la famille couchait pèle-mêle, le père sautant la fille, la mère, *** fils, ou le grand-père...
Je les ai souvent observés, laissant la télévision allumée dans mon salon, et les épiant d'une ou l'autre chambre plongée dans l'obscurité. Je m'étais acheté de puissantes jumelles qui me permettaient presque de participer à leurs orgies.
Parfois, je m'aventurais dans leur jardin, vêtue d'un survêtement noir à capuche. Je les observais par les fenêtres, osant même quelques fois entrouvrir la porte de derrière, pour mieux entendre leurs râles.
Tous les soirs, je jouissais en silence, plusieurs fois, les jambes serrées et tremblantes.
Lorsqu'ils ***t partis, c'est une tribu de huit qui quitta la ville. Et les deux femmes étaient enceintes.

Le nouveau voisin organisa un apéritif pour les habitants du quartier. Très chaleureux. Phil (c'est *** nom) avait beaucoup d'humour, une conversation très intéressantes, portant sur des sujets très divers. Et un charme qui ne passa pas inaperçu.
Il était veuf, suffisamment riche pour ne pas travailler et il était venu se réfugier dans notre petite ville tranquille pour fuir la capitale.
Au moment du départ, il était ami avec tout le monde.

Lors de l'apéritif, devant aller au petit coin, je remarquai qu'il avait installé de jolis petits panneaux dans la mai***, indiquant la direction des toilettes, du frigo à bière...

Je ne pus m'empêcher de descendre à la cave pour voir les modifications qu'il y avait apportées.
Arrivée en bas de l'escalier, je vis à droite, le garage et à gauche une porte métallique toute neuve.
Verrouillée.
Remontant discrètement l'escalier, je tombai face à face avec Phil, les bras chargés d'un plateau de canapés. Il sourit et dit:
-" Ah! Je savais bien que je n'avais pas bien disposé mes panneaux de signalisation."
Galant! Mais je vis clairement dans ses yeux qu'il avait compris que je fouinais.

Lorsque je repartis, le remerciant pour *** accueil, il me fit un petit clin d'œil en souriant.

Le lendemain, je vis de la lumière par *** soupirail. C'est plus fort que moi! J'enfile mon survêtement et me glisse comme un chat vers la source de lumière. A genoux dans l'herbe et malgré mes contorsions, je ne vois qu'un mur blanc et une ombre qui se déplace.
Je redécouvre la peur de me faire surprendre, que j'avais un peu oubliée à ***** d'espionner les abrutis. Je lâche un peu de pipi dans ma culotte et me précipite chez moi, pressée de soulager mon excitation.

Le jour suivant, en fin d'après-midi, voyant qu'il travaillait dans *** garage avec la porte ouverte, je prétexte une panne de sucre pour aller y voir de plus près.
-" Pas de problème, je viens d'en acheter. Je vous en apporte une tasse."
Et il monte à la cuisine.
Sur la pointe des pieds, je visite le sous-sol.
La porte métallique est ouverte. J'entre à pas de loup, la lumière n'est pas allumée et je distingue des objets dont je ne comprends pas l'utilité.

La porte claque dans mon dos!
La poignée est bloquée!
Je suis prise au piège!
Je reste dans le noir, à peine éclairée par la lumière du soir pénétrant par le soupirail.
Je pense qu'il me fait une farce, pour me punir de ma curiosité.
Avec résignation, j'attends qu'il m'ouvre, me disant que je l'ai bien mérité.

La nuit est tombée. Je guigne par le soupirail, et je vois avec surprise que la télévision scintille dans mon salon.
Je tape contre la porte, j'appelle, je hurle. Pas de réponse.
De longues heures plus tard, la lumière s'allume. Violente, crue.
Il entre.
-" Excuse moi, mais j'ai été au cinéma puis dans un bar, c'est pour ça que je rentre si tard."
Comme un mari qui rentrerait à la maison, d'un ton tout naturel.
Je pleure, je lui demande de me pardonner.
Pour tenter de m'innocenter, je lui dis que je souffre d'une maladie mentale.
Il me répond.
-" Moi aussi! C'est d'ailleurs pour ça que je n'ai plus le droit d'exercer mon métier. Nous sommes en famille alors!" Et il rit de sa plaisanterie.
Moi pas! Je suis morte de peur.
D'une petite voix, toujours aussi curieuse, je lui demande:
-" Et c'était quoi, votre métier?"
-" Plombier... Non, je rigole. J'étais gynécologue."

Mes jambes flageolent, je dois m'appuyer contre un meuble.
Je remarque enfin que je me trouve dans une salle d'opération entièrement équipée!
Je suis venue toute seule me jeter dans les pattes d'un gynécologue fou!

Moi qui espace au maximum les visites chez le mien!
Je préfère presque le dentiste!

-" Il faut que je rentre chez moi maintenant. Je suis encore désolée pour mon intrusions, et votre petit piège m'a bien appris la leçon."
-" Tu n'as pas besoin de rentrer. J'observe tes habitudes depuis un mois et j'ai placé des minuteries sur les lampes de ta maison. Personne ne remarquera aucun changement ."
-" Mais pourquoi? Pourquoi moi?"
-" Il faut que je te raconte une histoire:

Un jour, deux agents de police *** venus m'arrêter dans mon cabinet. Une patiente avait porté plainte. Sous l'impulsion, d'autres l'ont suivi.
Après avoir purgé ma peine de pri***, je me retrouvais à la rue, ruiné avec l'interdiction de pratiquer.
A l'arrière d'un bar, hors de ville, je pratiquais des avortements et d'autres actes qu'on ne peut pas obtenir sans une foule de questions gênantes.
L'homme qui habitait ici, venait régulièrement me voir avec sa gamine. Il n'avait pas les moyens de me payer.
Un jour, *** ardoise fut suffisamment importante pour qu'il ne puisse plus rien me refuser...
Alors je devins menaçant, évoquant le plaisir qu'auraient les services sociaux en apprenant les détails de leur vie de famille.
En plus de cette mai***, il avait hérité d'une autre, pas très loin. Je l'obligeai à la vendre, et a me donner l'argent, l'aidant avec quelques médicaments à signer les papiers.
Ça ne me suffisait pas.
Je le chargeai de me procurer une victime.
Il me parla de toi, la fouineuse qui méritait une bonne leçon.
Il te déteste! Il a souvent eu envie de de tirer au fusil!
Je le forçai donc à partir d'ici pour me laisser le champ libre.
Il avait rai***! Ton habitude de fouiner est absolument détestable!"

Tout en parlant, il avait enfilé une blouse blanche.
Je m'étais glissée vers la porte, centimètre par centimètre, à chaque fois que *** regard me quittait.
Il ouvre des tiroirs, sortant des objets qu'il pose sur un plateau métallique.
J'atteins enfin la porte. La poignée est bloquée!
Je panique, je veux lui bondir dessus pour l'assommer avec je ne sais quoi.
Il se retourne. *** regard me fige et me glace d'effroi. Il me tend un petit gobelet.
-" Bois!... Bien! Déshabille toi!" Je veux me révolter, mais je sens que mes mains lui obéissent!
Je suis cuite!
Il me fait m'installer sur une chaise d'examen, me sangle les chevilles et les poignets. Empri***ne ma taille d'une ceinture, une autre passant sous mes seins.

Il positionne une machine entre mes jambes. Un gros tuyau en sort. Il lubrifie mon petit trou, et m'introduit professionnellement le tuyau dans le rectum. Il appuie sur un bouton.
Je sens le bout du tuyau gonfler en moi, l'empêchant de ressortir, et un liquide s'infiltre dans mes boyaux. Suit une séquence de vibrations, le liquide pulse dans mon ventre en petits tremblements rapides. Puis l'appareil l'aspire et m'en réinjecte une nouvelle dose.
Et ainsi de suite.
Franchement, je ne peux pas dire que ça soit désagréable.
Mon bourreau passe un doigt dans ma fente et ricane.
La machine s'arrête.
-" Voilà! Toute propre!" Il me débranche, m'essuie avec un papier et va ranger sa machine.

Il tourne une manivelle et fait basculer la chaise en arrière.
Il glisse des baguettes dans mes deux orifices, incline un peu plus la table, se déplace pour avoir une vue d'ensemble, et marmonne un " Parfait!" puis retire les baguettes.
Il amène un autre appareil sur roulettes équipé de deux tuyaux transparents terminés par des espèces de tétines.
Il accroche les tuyaux à un support, comme pour une transfusion. Je le vois enfiler un préservatif sur chaque embout.
Il introduit dans chacun de mes orifices une dose de lubrifiant, puis les tétines qui se terminent par une garde à leur base. Mon tortionnaire arrange une sorte de harnais entre la base des tuyaux et ma ceinture.
J'ai peur!
Il verse un peu du contenu d'un bidon dans l'entonnoir situé sur le dessus de la machine, et appuie sur un bouton.
L'appareil ronronne.
Il me dit:
-" Mes expériences portent , entre autre, sur la capacité qu'ont les orifices naturels à s'étirer, à en mesurer les limites, ainsi que le relâchement qui s'en suit.
Tous les jours, notre séance débutera de la même manière, par la mesure de ta contenance à froid.
Je vais t'injecter, avec 500 grammes de pression, un mélange qui va durcir en toi.
Et nous terminerons chaque séance par la mesure "après effort".
Nous pourrons ainsi comparer les moulages de tes orifices et apprécier, jour après jour les modifications de tes cavernes."

Il a à peine terminé sa phrase que l'appareil, changeant de bruit, m'injecte dans les orifices un liquide bleu, épais et chaud.
Le tuyau qui est dans mon vagin est le premier à s'arrêter de dégorger, la pression atteinte. Celui de mon cul ne tarde pas s'arrêter à *** tour.
Le malade me laisse ainsi, la tête en bas mes trous remplis d'une pâte bleue.

La pression est supportable, mais la chaleur qui s'intensifie devient vraiment pénible!
Le sang pulse dans mes tempes.

Il revient enfin et entreprend d'extraire le moulage de mon vagin.
Malgré le lubrifiant et le préservatif, la résine à épousé le moindre détail de ma grotte, ce qui rend le démoulage difficile et douloureux.
Il en va de même, voir pire, pour mon rectum.

Il prend *** temps, note au stylo feutre la date sur les moulages et va les ranger dans une grande vitrine vide, tout en haut à gauche.
La tête bourdonnante, je constate avec désespoir l'immensité de la vitrine.
Combien de temps vais-je rester pri***nière de ce pervers?
Il revient vers moi, consulte le cadran de l'appareil et me dit :
-" 0,72 litres, tu es plutôt petite de l'intérieur, mais ça va vite s'arranger!"

Il approcha un meuble métallique dont il ouvrit un tiroir rempli de tiges de plastique blanc. Épaisses comme des crayons, mais rondes, un peu plus longues et avec les bouts arrondis.

Il versa dans un pot allongé une grosse quantité de lubrifiant et y plongea deux poignées de bâtonnets.

Le pervers tourna à nouveau la manivelle de la chaise, me ramenant à une position un peu plus horizontale. Il remonta encore le dossier, me mettant ainsi presque assise.


Il compta six bâtonnets et les enfila ensemble dans mon cul, sans trop de difficulté.

Puis six autres qu'il introduisit dans mon vagin.

Une par une, alternativement, il ***** de nouvelles baguettes au centre des fagots qui dépassent de mon ventre. Je dois les compter à haute voix.

Je respire de plus en plus vite, je tremble de tous mon corps, solidement attachée sur la chaise.

Je n'ai pas assez de souffle pour crier, je peux que lâcher des gémissements rauques.

D'une voix chevrotante, j'arrive encore à prononcer "quarante".

Mes trous sont explosés.

Ça me brûle, me déchire.

Ce grand malade reprend le harnais attaché à ma ceinture, y adapte deux sortes de parachutes en caoutchouc et resserre les sangles, bourrant les paquets de tiges au fond de mon ventre distendu.

Il me laisse pleurer, soupirer et gémir pendant une éternité.

Le gynéco fou est de retour, j'ai très peur!

Il desserre les sangles qui pressent les baguettes au fond de mes orifices, je respire un peu mieux.

Il installe un sac à transfusion près de mon épaule, introduit le bout du tuyau dans ma bouche, et le fixe à ma joue d'un morceau de bande adhésive.

-" Bois, c'est du thé sucré"

Mais mon répit est de courte durée! Il introduit encore deux baguettes dans chaque fagot, retend les lanières et sort en disant:

-"Une heure!"

Il éteint la lumière.

Je ne sais plus ou j'en suis, j'ai horriblement mal à tous les trous, des lancées brûlantes parcourent mon ventre, je suis secouée de tremblements.

Je me surprends à ressentir un certain plaisir à cette situation.

Mon ventre essaye d'avoir des contractions, empêché par ces énormes masses qui me farcissent.



Je trouve ça presque agréable!

Entre deux sanglots, je me traite de chienne perverse et de folle tordue.