“What happened? What’s wrong?”
“She healed zambie.”
How did a person heal something that’s dead? His face must have given away his doubts, because Nanae explained, “She removed that which doesn’t belong. Life. None has ever done such a thing, not in all my years. She took that misplaced prana into herself, and I am not sure what to do for her. She’s hungry but cannot be free to bite anyone—especially not you or I—and I am loath to provide her prana in the other way while she is in this state.”
No one wanted to fuck a zombie, no matter how sexy they looked. And she did look sexy, being bound by a much larger, much stronger male. “Don’t worry. She has to filter whatever she takes from her patients through her own body, but the effects are always short-lived. We just have to keep her from hurting herself or anyone else until the zambie traits pass.”
Camilla struggled with renewed fervor.
“Calm down, Camilla. Don’t make us gag you.” As soon as the words were out of Izzy’s mouth, a little of her color shone through the cataract lenses. “Do you smell that, Nanae?”
“Indeed. It seems our little beauty is aroused by your suggestion.”
“Is that right? How would you like it if we bound and gagged you, Chickadee? You would be totally at our disposal, to do with whatever we like. You’d be totally helpless, a warm body for us to play out our desires with.” Israel approached them slowly as he talked. His heightened senses told him that what he described was exactly what Camilla wanted. He brought his face close to hers. The alien whiteness was receding quickly from her eyes. The green was darker than ever, and the yellow sparked and spit golden like a fire ring blazing on a moonless night.
“Is that what you want, my beauty?” Nanae asked, because though he could not see her hungry eyes, he could feel and smell her desire for what Izzy proposed.
Camilla’s senses came back to her in a rush. That was exactly what she wanted. Their lovemaking had become too soft and sensitive as her pregnancy had advanced. A wave of liquid lust washed over her as she shook her head. She didn’t want to give them control; she wanted them to take it.
Israel slid one hand up between her knees. She kicked at him, so he grabbed her tiny ankles, clamping them together and immobilizing them. His other hand continued its path until it found that hollow space where her upper thighs didn’t quite meet. He rubbed back and forth against the soft but soaked material of her panties. He traced her cleft from clit to cheeks. “I understand. Your pussy speaks loud enough for us. Bring her back to the bedroom.”
Izzy ran so fast that there was no more than a blur where he’d been standing. He was already waiting when Nanae made it to their love nest. A black leather suitcase lay on the bed in front of him. It opened with a snap when he put in the proper combination. Camilla couldn’t see inside from her vantage point, but she knew what it held. She and Israel had been occasional lovers for some time before Nanae had come along.
Nanae joined him on the far side of the bed, bringing Camilla along. Israel pulled out a few items, laying them on the bed. He carefully considered one last item, choosing it before sliding the closed suitcase back under the bed. He grabbed a hairbrush off the nightstand. “Nanae’s going to let go of your mouth in a second, but I don’t want any biting. In fact, I don’t want you to move if I don’t say it’s okay ahead of time.”
Nanae dropped his hand once Israel gave him the okay. The Nephilim had not dominated so thoroughly in a long time, and the idea of their coming role-play was bringing up fond memories and erotic expectations. He wrapped his giant hand around her thin neck, squeezing gently and thumbing her pulse as Israel took to brushing her hair. He pulled that mass of thick blond hair up and wound it into a tight bun, using an elastic band and stick to hold it in place. He couldn’t have it getting in their way.
Camilla smiled at him the whole time. Israel looked stern as he buckled on the wrist restraints. They were leather-lined with fake fur and had a bar hanging from between chains on either side of the cuff. They were designed so that the wearer could grip the bars, one in each hand, and be suspended without the stress on the joints and pain that accompanied being hung the usual way.
Nanae released her to stand on her own, and Israel led her to the corner. Her wrist cuffs were hooked together and attached to a thick chain, which Izzy looped over a hook in the ceiling that Nanae had never noticed. Israel had the chain measured exactly to force Camilla to her tiptoes but not lift her off the ground. The man knew what he was doing. In this position, she was stretched out for them to see, trapped but with limited range of motion. If she struggled, she would lose balance and force her weight to pull on her arms. Nanae sat on the bed, leaning back on his elbows to watch how this played out.
Israel explained a few things to Nanae, not knowing how much bondage the Nephilim had practiced. “The hook is connected directly to the roof crossbeam and can handle up to a thousand pounds and all the moving and tugging that we could give it. The wrist restraints are quite comfortable, as is her position, but keep her immobilized and completely pliant and poseable for us. The submissive has a safe word so that she may express her displeasure and desire to end the game. If she uses it, we stop what we are doing immediately. That way, she can say no all she wants for the game, but we’ll know when she truly means stop. She can truly give herself over to the experience. Choose your word, Camilla. Say it once, loud enough for us both to hear.”
“Bureau.”
“Bureau? Nod your head if you want bureau to be your safe word. Good.” Israel stood behind her and ran his hands all over her body, which was covered in—what else?—a maternity sundress. He did it so that Nanae could watch. “Nanae and I are going to fuck you in every orifice you’ve got. We are going to pound your body relentlessly. It’s going to hurt you, but we won’t stop until you’re filled with our cum. We are going to make you bleed. We are going to penetrate you with our teeth as well as our cocks. If you do everything we say, we’ll let you off easy with a good hard fuck that will just leave you sore for days, but if you disobey, there will be consequences.”
During his speech, Camilla began to struggle, trying to pull away from his hands, begging and pleading that they couldn’t do this to her—a pregnant woman. Now Nanae understood that she could act like she didn’t want something, but they would know when she truly meant stop. Her desire for this powerless predicament made his dick ache.
Israel ignored her staged disapproval and turned her to face him. He took the hem of her dress in his mouth and snipped through it with his ultra-sharp teeth, and then, gripping it with a hand on either side of the tiny tear, he ripped it in two with three tugs. First, her panties were exposed, then her belly, then her bra. He leaned in to bite through the strap on her right and then on her left. The dress slid to the floor. Then she moved her head the fraction of space separating them and laid a kiss on Israel’s mouth. He deepened the kiss but allowed it to end in its own time. Izzy winked at her.
He held out his hand to Nanae, and the Nephilim handed him both the leather items still lying on the bed. The paddle, Izzy tucked into the waistband of his pants behind his back. “I told you not to move unless I said it was okay first. You don’t get to kiss us. We aren’t making love, Chickadee. We’re using your body like the cum receptacle it is.” Israel held a strappy thing with buckles and two shiny metal rings in front of her face. “Now I have to discipline you.”
One ring went on the top of her head with the stick to hold it at the base of her bun. The other went between her teeth, and the two straps connected behind her head. He turned her to face Nanae and showed him how the ring gag worked. “It lies flat against her tongue unless we want access to that hot little mouth of hers, and then you just do this.” Izzy twisted a tiny handle on one side of her mouth, and the ring rotated, forcing her mouth open. When he released it, it was locked in place. Her throat and tongue worked as she protested. “Since she made me gag her, we’ll need a safe sign to replace the safe word.
Put up three fingers, spread wide. That is the sign to stop. When asked a question, one finger means yes, two fingers mean no. One finger means that you are fine, that this is good. Two means it is getting a little intense and you want us to scale back a little. Three fingers equals saying ‘bureau.’ Do you understand?”
Camilla hung her head down and held up one finger.
“Good. Now face the wall. It’s time for your punishment.”
Camilla obeyed his order, though it was hard to turn herself on tiptoes as she was. Israel dropped to his knees behind her, slid her panties down and ran his hand over her smooth, bare backside. It was a firm, heart-shaped butt with two matching indentions on either side of her tailbone that most men found irresistible.
“You have the prettiest little ass. Oh, the horrible things we’re gonna do to it today.” He placed a kiss on each dimple of Venus before standing. He stood clear so as not to block Nanae’s view and pulled the paddle out. He rubbed its smoothness over and around the curves of her can, and Camilla shivered a bit when he lifted it from her flesh and pulled it back, winding up for the punch.
The crack was sharp and snapped Nanae to attention. It was louder than it should have been, and it sounded painful. Camilla whimpered, and Nanae growled. Izzy soothed his maker’s fears with a question to Camilla. “Did you like that?”
One finger.
“Did you deserve it for disobeying?”
One finger.
“Did it hurt?”
One finger.
“Did it hurt very much?”
Two fingers.
Israel left Camilla hanging there and joined Nanae on the bed. He showed him the paddle. “It’s designed to make a lot of noise, so it sounds a lot worse than it feels. See this little flap here; it’s what makes all the racket.” He moved it in the air, not making contact with anything, and the little flap hit the paddle when he came to an abrupt stop. The sound was almost as loud as it had been when it hit flesh. “It can be used to inflict a lot of pain if too much force is put behind it, but I only did a light tap. It’s mostly for show. Camilla enjoys a little discipline. So do I.”
Nanae took the paddle and examined it. He went to Camilla and ran his fingers around the red welt the paddle had left. It was already retreating. “May I try it?” Nanae asked Camilla.
“No, you don’t ask her. She is the bound submissive. You are in control. She has to take whatever you dish out. The helplessness of her situation is what frees her to just experience. If you feel she’s done something wrong or broken the rules in some way, or if you just plain feel like it, you punish her.” Izzy held up a hand. “But we never degrade her. Our games are not about humiliation.”
“This is for scaring me. For not thinking about how your service to another might harm you. For thinking so little of your own safety and well-being.” Nanae accentuated his reprimand with a snap of the paddle, giving her other cheek a matching mark. He turned back to Izzy. “Now your turn.”
Izzy stood, thinking he meant that Izzy should take over dominating Camilla again. Nanae grabbed his Lilitu by the waistband and sat, laying the grown man over his knees. Israel made some sound of protest, and Nanae clamped down on the back of Izzy’s neck, forcing him to stay put. “Unfasten your pants.”
Israel lifted his pelvis off Nanae’s lap a bit, unbuttoned and unzipped his fly. A small movement from Camilla caught his attention. Izzy looked and found her peeking over her shoulder. “Don’t you dare watch.”
She snapped her head forward again. She’d just have to imagine the sexy scene playing out behind her. She’d gotten enough of a view to know the layout. She listened as it unfolded.
Nanae tugged the seat of Izzy’s pants down, exposing his round, tan rump. He rubbed it, feeing the smoothness, the sensitiveness that was about to be shattered. “Put your hands flat on the ground and don’t lift them.” Israel had to scoot forward, sliding across Nanae’s lap to reach the floor. It took his knees off the carpet and forced his ass to lift slightly.
Nanae did not wait for Israel to be ready. He brought the paddle down harder than he had with Camilla. Israel howled, but he did not lift his hands. Nanae traced the welt, healing with his touch. The Lilitu could take much more pain without any real damage than a mere human. Nanae whipped him again. This one a bit harder. Israel shouted, and Camilla cringed. The pain was healed before Nanae finished his admonishment. “The first one was for making me think you were hurting our little songbird. The second was for not showing me this game before. Get up. I am finished.”
Izzy did and found that Camilla was holding up two fingers. “Not to worry, Chickadee. I have to be able to take it as well as dish it out. If I’m okay, are you good with continuing?” One finger. “Nanae, hand me the red box from the drawer there. Thank you.” Izzy turned her to the side again so Nanae, who remained standing near, could see their profiles. He took out the contents of the box and threw the red container across the room. He fanned out three matching clear glass phalluses. “One for each of your fuck holes, to plug them up until we are ready to use them as we will.” He put one into her mouth through the ring holding it open. “Get it good and wet, ’cause I’m gonna shove it up your ass, Chickadee.”
Camilla moaned, closed her eyes, and ran her tongue all over the dildo. He pulled it out and replaced it with a second one. “Your mouth is mine, not to be used for anything other than what I say.” Israel went around behind her, and Nanae stood in front. Nanae bent down, grabbed her around the knees and stood, bringing Camilla with him, effectively bending her in half and throwing her over his shoulder. It was awkward because of her pregnant stomach, but Nanae was careful. “Thank you, Nanae.” Israel looked at Camilla’s swollen lips, blooming with arousal, pushing from between her thighs. She squirmed. He pushed plug number two into her wet slit and pulled it back out again and put its tip against her anus. He put the third plug against her cunt and began to push them both in slowly. “Your ass and pussy are mine, plugged up and not for anything but what I say.”
Nanae stood her back up on her toes and sliced through her bra, a flimsy thing that barely left anything to the imagination anyway. It fell, shredded into slivers. Her two men stepped back to admire her, stretched as she was for their viewing pleasure. She looked beautiful. Her breasts lifted, pushing her pink peaks toward them. Her arms above her head, her ribcage stretched, her rounded tummy protruding, her shapely legs accentuated by being pulled onto her tiptoes, her mouth forced open and every opening that could be used for sex filled with a foreign object—she was a vision of sexy submission.
There was something incredibly arousing about being totally naked and bound in a room with these two strong, virile, fully dressed, fully in control men. Camilla was so wet from the mild BDSM foreplay that her thighs were slick. She pleaded with her eyes and held up one finger. She waited.
Nanae and Israel set upon her like two ravenous men after a famine. They stood on either side, kissing every square inch of her body from foot to fingertip. She moaned when they kissed each other in front of her face, all the while caressing her body sandwiched between them. They let her watch as their incisors lengthened. They scraped along the soft underside of her upper arms, trying to get at her neck. They dropped to their knees and each took a breast in their hands and mouths. Only after they had her whipped into a frenzy did they slice through the soft, thin skin of her small but sweet melons.
The sensation of their pulling, sucking, and drawing on her blood pushed Camilla toward the edge of her first climax. She knew better than to orgasm before her Dom had given permission, and so she concentrated on stalling its arrival.
They only took a little blood to prove their total dominance over her. Hers was theirs. She was practically quivering with anticipation and excitement. Without a word, Israel reached up and unhooked her chain. He replaced it with a longer one and then switched her arms from bound in front to bound together behind. He lifted the unsecured end of the chain, pulling her arms back and up, forcing her t
o bend at the waist, her head and shoulders down. He attached a small chain from the back of her gag to her wrists, forcing her to look forward instead of down.
“I am going to fuck her pretty little face. Which hole do you want, Nanae?”
“I am undecided. Perhaps both.”
With that, Nanae and Israel pulled down the fronts of their pants, exposing just their cocks and balls. Both males were ready. Israel rubbed his dick on Camilla’s face before removing the glass phallus from her mouth and replacing it with the real thing. Nanae slipped his arm around her pelvis and lifted her legs off the ground. Now he could stand straight and easily plow her, pushing her head down and forward on Israel. He spread her legs and wrapped them back around his hips. He pulled the plug from her pussy and slid his member in its place. She was so wet, more wet than he’d ever seen her. Even with his enormous size, he easily pushed in. Her sheath was so slick and tight that he came, exploding his sperm inside her within a few seconds.
She hadn’t thought it was possible to feel more vulnerable than she had suspended vertically. It was. She felt totally helpless horizontally and slightly inverted. When she felt Nanae’s massive load, spurting rhythmically against her cervix and G-spot alternately, she couldn’t stop herself. She climaxed.
Israel pushed farther into Camilla’s mouth and throat with every thrust. He pulled out so that only the tip rested inside. He let her catch her breath for a minute before asking, “Did you cum when Nanae shot his wad in your cunt?”
One finger behind her back.
“Did I say you could have an orgasm?”
Two fingers. Her tongue swirled around his mushroom head, tickling the ridge and sensitive area beneath in apology.
“Did you mean to?”
Two fingers and more tip teasing.
“Doesn’t matter. You disobeyed. Your punishment will be having to take Nanae’s massive cock in your tight little asshole while I throat fuck you.” Izzy reached up and unhooked her from the ceiling, then went to the bed, gesturing that Nanae should bring Camilla. Israel lay on his back with his head closest to them. “Lay her just like that, on top of me.”
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