by Powerone
“Stroke his prick with your fingers, Mary. We’ll all get our pleasure from this.” Lord Storr’s thrusts in her mouth became harder and deeper, but he wouldn’t shove it down her throat. He’d save that for another day and another lesson.
Now, she was stroking two pricks, her fingers curled around Lord Tyrrel’s hard prick. It was difficult to stroke it with her wrists bound, but she soon learned how to adapt, especially when his skilled fingers found her pleasure button. She pushed back in surprise from his touch, but it only inspired her fingers on his prick. His fingers ran back and forth over her button, teasing it as she sucked Lord Storr’s prick. Her mouth was flooded with his foul seed, but it no longer bothered her anymore, though she still didn’t like the taste. Her fingers expertly stroked Lord Tyrrel’s prick, just as she had done so many times with her beaus, but it was nothing like this. She kneeled submissively, a prick in her mouth, another in her hands, while she was being masturbated so expertly, all while a large group of strangers watched this happen.
“Yes, yes, Mary, you’re so good. Your mouth will inspire my seed soon enough. Can you feel Lord Tyrrel pleasuring you? Hold it until all of us can cum at the same time.”
It didn’t take long before that happened. No one person orchestrated it, it just occurred at the same time as if it was destined. Mary didn’t know what started it, it happened so fast. Did I have an orgasm and that made Lord Storr spurt his seed in my mouth, or was it the spurt of seed in my mouth that made me orgasm? Lord Tyrrel joined in as Mary felt her hands and fingers covered in his hot seed as he spurted on her. She never let up, continuing to stroke his prick as he spewed generously all over her. But, it was Lord Storr that spent liberally in her mouth. It was so much that she couldn’t handle it. She coughed and gagged, and his seed ran down her chin, but his prick never pulled from her mouth as he continued to shoot such powerful jets. She had no choice, her mouth almost blocked and her cheeks bulged to hold all his seed. She had to swallow it, but it was difficult, his seed so thick that it refused to go down. In spite of his foul seed in her mouth, it never stopped the orgasm that raced through her body. She couldn’t believe that three people could have orgasms at the same time.
Their orgasms finally died, but Lord Storr’s prick still sat in her mouth. She began to pull away to let it escape her lips, but she ran her tongue over the head to extract the last precious drops of his seed before his prick spilled out of her mouth.
“You exceeded my expectations, Mary. But, we’re just getting started. I’m going to enjoy putting my prick in your virgin quim and make you a woman.” He helped her up, but Lord Tyrrel was ready with the blindfold.
With her hands still behind her back, she couldn’t do anything as she was sealed in darkness. She stood and heard movement around her.
“I’m going to spin you and don’t stop until I tell you.” He began to spin her body around.
It was disconcerting, blindfolded and bound, unable to focus her eyes on anything stationary. It felt like everything was moving. Lord Storr continued to spin her around.
“I’m going to stop spinning you, but I want you to spin at least one more revolution before you stop.”
She felt him stop spinning her, difficult to make one more revolution as she began to stumble. Then, she stopped. When they took off the blindfold, she could see five men around her, but it wasn’t Lord Storr or Lord Tyrrel. Prince Michael was still seated, but the other five men all had their pricks out and stroked them. She found herself face to face with one man.
“Ah, Lord Archibald Gower, an excellent choice, Mary. As you can see, he is looking forward to it, also.”
She was confused until Lord Storr moved the pillow in front of Lord Gower.
“On your knees and suck his prick until he shoots in your mouth. You’ll drink it all down.”
She thought that sucking Lord Storr would end that, at least for now, but that wasn’t the case. She knelt down, her arms still bound as Lord Bower gripped her head in haste.
“Open your mouth, Mary,” Archibald said excitedly. A widower for five years and not as wealthy or handsome as the other lords, he couldn’t get or afford the pleasures of a young woman. His luck changed tonight.
His prick didn’t look as hard as Lord Storr’s, but it was still formidable. She opened her mouth and leaned forward as the head of his prick slid through her lips. She knew she had to perform, so she might as well get it over as fast as she could. He didn’t look like he’d take too long; all she had to cope with was another load of a man’s seed in her belly. She hoped it would just be one, not all of them.
Lord Storr was impressed as she took to sucking Lord Gower’s prick with such enthusiasm. He’d make her suck a few more men, but he was already getting hard once again, and he wanted to show off his cocksmanship to everyone. He’d take her innocence next. No one else would have that privilege.
Lady Browning watched silently as Mary was stripped naked. She took to her knees with such skills; she must have acquired the innate skills from her mother. Lady Browning was skilled in the art of fellatio. Lady Browning did feel a little remorse when Mary had to take another man in her mouth, but it looked like she overcame her fears and performed with such perfection. Mary didn’t take long before the lord shot his seed in her mouth, and she swallowed every drop and licked his prick clean before she spit it out. And she did it while bound. Did she get pleasure from the act, or was it being bound and forced to submit that inspired her?
There was no blindfold, only a line of men waiting before her as she kneeled submissively, bound with her mouth open and her tongue out as she waited for the next prick in her mouth. By the time she did all of the men, she’d acquired all the skills she’d need with her mouth. Or at least she thought she did. She couldn’t have realized that her throat could be put to use too.
Chapter 7
Mary’s Unexpected Pleasure
Mary couldn’t understand how the men still had erections, though not as hard as before they spent in her mouth. The boys she’d been with were satisfied and lost interest as soon as they had their pleasure. Men were a different breed, insatiable, and she feared that today. She looked at Lord Storr, his prick just as formidable as before. He’d got excited watching Mary take the other men’s pricks in her mouth. She saw the women that watched her, their faces flushed in excitement as their hands stroked the pricks of the men she’d sucked, all except for Prince Michael and Ella. She sat demurely next to him; her hands nowhere near his prick, though Mary could see it sprout in his trousers.
“She learned quickly the skills to pleasure a man with her mouth,” Ella casually mentioned to Prince Michael.
“Yes, by the time she got to the last one, she brought him off quickly.” His prick throbbed to be touched and more, but Ella didn’t do anything.
“I expect you’d love the same thing.”
“What man doesn’t love the feel of soft, wet lips wrapped around his prick.”
“Soon enough, my prince. I want to see Mary lose her innocence first, and then, you’ll get your reward.”
“Come here, Mary. Before you lose your innocence, let my friends have a taste of virgin pleasure.” Lord Storr brought her over to Lord Blankford. After all, he was the man that was dancing with Ella at the ball when Prince Michael cast his eyes on her to capture him. He deserved some consolation for losing such a prize.
This time, it was Lord Blankford that kneeled on a pillow before her, not the other way around. She knew what he’d do to her, though no man had ever had that pleasure with her before. She knew the pleasure that fingers could inspire in her, but she feared a mouth and tongue. She stood naked before him. She knew the words before he said them.
“Spread your legs, Mary, wider this time. Show Lord Blankford all your virgin treasures.”
She did as she was ordered. She wasn’t ready for this as two men took her at one time. Lord Storr moved to her side, and his hand fondled her breast, but soon, she saw his head move down, and she gaspe
d in surprise when his mouth latched onto her nipple with such ecstasy. Her nipple swelled to such proportions as the powerful suction of his mouth drew it deep inside as his tongue swirled erotically around her nipple. His other hand reached over to pinch her other nipple until both swelled in pleasure to the depths of her breasts. Lord Blankford began to stroke her mound with soft, gentle touches that set her on fire. He tickled the fine hairs of her mound until they resonated deep between her legs, but she cried out when his fingers took possession of her quim to peel back her puffy lips. She felt his hot breath blow on her inner lips, shocking her at how exposed she was to all. Her cry was loud and desperate when she felt his tongue begin to explore her unprotected inner lips. She was so tender that it felt like his tongue was a file as it rasped up and down her spread slit. Yet, it took only seconds for her juices to flow freely as his tongue took to the task of gathering her arousal.
For a virgin, she grew aroused easily as his tongue explored every inch of her virgin quim. His tongue fluttered on her tight, dark hole, but he dare not even probe it, fearing the wrath of Lord Storr if he accidently took her hymen. Not even when he pulled her quim’s lips apart wide could dampen her cries of pleasure. But, the minute he found her pleasure button, her squeals of pleasure became higher pitched and that made him more eager to test her resolve. His tongue fluttered back and forth over it while her body shook.
Mary didn’t know how she resisted for so long. Their mouths drove her into a sexual frenzy, unable to control the burgeoning pleasure in her body. She already had one orgasm, now she had a second one building. She never expected to get any pleasure from this, yet her body responded. Was my mother correct when she told me that I didn’t understand men, only boys? Then, it was as though her world came crashing down. Both men stopped what they were doing while her body was at a fever pitch, wanting so badly to get her pleasure but left hanging unfulfilled.
“Turn around, Mary. Legs apart, wide.” Lord Storr encouraged her to turn around, while Lord Blankford stayed kneeling on the pillow and waited.
She was confused yet aroused as she turned around. Lord Storr made her bend at the waist until her head was waist high, only inches from his prick, which he held up proudly. She tried to turn around to see what was going on behind her, but Lord Storr was too eager, and she found her mouth breached eagerly by his prick. Fearing she’d disappoint him, she sucked his prick into her mouth as her tongue swirled around it once again. She felt two sharp slaps on her thighs, one on each side until she spread her legs wider. A finger tickled up between her legs and rubbed so close to her quim, but it was demanding fingers she felt on her buttocks as they dug into her tender flesh.
A sharp slap on her buttocks to remind her was all that was needed. “Relax your cheeks, Mary, or else,” Lord Blankford warned her. He heard her muffled cries as her mouth was filled with the demanding meat of Lord Storr’s prick.
She didn’t know what he wanted, but she felt what had to be a nose pushed between her cheeks. She struggled not to tighten them to keep it out, but she feared what he might do. The fingers on her buttocks pressed harder as they pulled her crack open until she felt a strain on her anus. She shuddered and cried out when she felt the hot breath of Lord Blankford blow on her anus, but her shame was muffled by the prick that took her mouth so fully. She couldn’t understand how a man would want to touch her in such a place, especially with his face so close. Lord Storr had to hold her when she felt it and tried to stand upright. It had to be a kiss, soft and wet, but it was the place that he kissed. It was on her anus. Not once, but he continued to kiss her, sending the tiny hole into spasms of shame. It grew worse when she felt his tongue touch her private place. It shamed her as the wet tongue ringed her anus. It was as if he wanted to push it into her private hole. How could he do such a thing? The tongue fluttered over her anus so fast that she couldn’t control the contractions. The tiny hole felt like it opened and closed. She suffered long, shameful minutes while she sucked Lord Storr’s prick and her backside was violated by Lord Blankford’s tongue. The only thing that helped was his fingers had reached between her legs and stroked her quim. Her body revolted, not sure how to handle the pleasure and the humiliation at the same time. Just as before, it stopped abruptly, Mary left in such a state.
She had done a good job of getting his prick rock hard; it was time to take her virginity. It’d been a long time since he had that privilege, so he’d savor it.
Mary wasn’t sure what she expected, but this was not it. All her life she expected to lose her virginity in her marriage bed with a gentle lover taking her, but Lord Storr had no such illusions. She was still bound, but he wasn’t finished. He undid the straps around her wrists, but only so he could bind them in front of her. The chains rattled in the ceiling and then she saw them come down, two of them, until they dangled in front of her face. Lord Storr made short work of securing each wrist in a leather cuff that hung from the chain. The chain clanged as it began to move up; this time, Mary had no choice as her arms were slowly and methodically drawn up into the air. Her naked body was put on display once again. She was glad when the chain stopped rising.
Lord Storr went behind her, his hands on her hips as he slowly drew her back. As she moved backward, she had no choice but to bend over as her legs were pulled farther away from her bound arms. His hand smoothed over her sleek back and gazed at her ass pushed up prominently behind her. Her legs were spread wide and her quim opened up. “Lower her arms a bit more, so I can bend her over deeper.”
The chains took some of the slack out of her arms, and a hand pushed down on her back until her upper body was almost parallel to the floor. Her breasts hung down, but it was the shameful positon he put her in. It was as though she was a dog to be mated from behind. Hands ran over her backside, fearing they would touch her where Lord Blankford’s tongue had gone. Her legs were parted so wide that she couldn’t clench her cheeks, even if she was allowed. She was shamefully opened up from anus to quim, and Lord Storr made sure that everyone saw her shameless display. She began to panic when she felt the hot, hard flesh of his prick slide up and down her slit and crack. It became an imminent reality that she’d lose her innocence, and she feared he was too big for her. His monster of a prick would tear her apart.
Ella reached over and gripped Prince Michael prick as she saw Mary readied to be impaled. She never felt such excitement, not even from what they did to Elizabet. Mary would lose her innocence, and it wasn’t Ella’s doings, it was her mother’s, Lady Browning. She wanted her life of luxury even if it meant her daughter’s body was the barter. But, it also meant that it would be time for Ella to pay. Straparola had taken her pleasures from her, but she knew that Prince Michael would want much more. As much as Lord Storr was part of the Hellfire Club, Prince Michael’s ancestor was one of the founding members. Ella would be put on display and used by any man that Prince Michael consented to. That should have shocked her, but ever since Straparola led her down the path, she found something in her submission, just as Elizabet and Mary also had. These powerful men knew women’s weaknesses and took advantage of their power to make them submit.
Michael was shocked by her touch. She gripped his prick hard, but within seconds, she began to stroke it. Ella would get her final revenge within moments. Lord Storr lined his prick up, and he wouldn’t wait long. He’d take her hard and quick so he could go about the leisurely task of fucking her fully. Her virgin blood would make his prick slide easier inside her. “Take my prick out. As soon as she loses her innocence, I want to feel your mouth around my prick.”
He already began to take control of her, and she willingly submitted. She opened up his trousers and took his prick out and stood it up. He was big as her hand stroked it; her eyes were on Lord Storr as he readied to take Mary. She could see his naked buttocks tense up tight as his hands dug into her hips to hold her tight. There was a moment of panic on Mary’s face when she knew the time was here.
“OOOOWWW!” His prick felt like a sp
ear shoved between her legs. He held her bent-over body tight as his prick shoved inside her virgin hole. Her hymen didn’t last more than a second. She felt it stretch and tear. Her virgin blood flowed freely, but his prick never stopped moving, driving deeper into her once-virgin quim. His rock-hard prick spread her insides open wide, fearing he’d tear her, but instead she found herself filled and stretched by his huge prick. He only got a couple of inches inside her before her pain-filled muscles managed to keep it from going any further, but that didn’t deter him. He began to pull out, but there was no relief. He never fully withdrew. He pushed back in with more force, and she went from empty to full once again. He managed to get another inch of his prick in her before he was stopped once again. It was a cat-and-mouse game, but he always won. He filled her with more of his prick with each thrust and soon had her bouncing back and forth on the chains that bound her, forcing her back onto his rampaging prick with such power.
His prick was enveloped in her hot, wet hole. She was so tight; her muscles clung to his prick even as he stretched her to accommodate him. He fed inch after inch inside her, his prick covered in a pink sheen of her virgin blood. He began to fuck her furiously until his prick bottomed out against her cervix. She cried out, but he cared little except for his pleasure.
Prince Michael watched as Ella leaned over his lap. He felt her hot breath on his prick before he felt her soft, wet lips encase the head with a kiss of passion. He felt her suck in, drawing it in as her tongue moved over the tip until he released an unexpected jet of cum in her mouth. He heard her stifled cry, but his hand on her head urged her to take him deeper. Michael was torn between the pleasure of watching Mary defiled for the first time by Lord Storr and pleasured by Ella’s hot mouth. He kept his hand on her head to guide it in the manner he desired.
