by Powerone
“Tonight, we have a special party at the Hellfire Club. Only very exclusive members are invited.”
“What is the occasion?” She asked the question, though it was a foregone conclusion what the occasion would be.
“I’m going to take your innocence from you, Ella. I want to share it with my closest friends.”
Her hope of Prince Michael taking her in a private moment in his bed was always a dream for her. After she found out about the Hellfire Club, she knew it would be something much different. She’d seen how Mary and Elizabet were displayed and taken and knew she wouldn’t be afforded any different treatment. Her only hope was that no other man would take her.
“Put this on; it’s almost time.” He left her alone.
It was barely a dress. It was a gown of the finest silk and threads, but the bodice was cut away so her naked breasts would be thrust up for all to see. When the gown got to her waist, it began to split open to the floor, each piece not more than four inches wide. As she walked, it would shimmer open and closed, revealing what lay beneath it. She only found a pair of white thigh-high stockings to wear with blue ribbons on them. There was nothing else, none of her fine silk undergarments. She’d be naked beneath it and everyone would have a peek at what lay between her legs. She finished dressing and waited for Prince Michael to come get her.
The guests began to arrive and Michael greeted them. When the last one arrived, he went upstairs to get Ella. “It’s time, Ella.”
She followed him down the stairs, her chest blushing pink as her naked breasts moved sensuously with each step, yet she couldn’t stop her nipples from pouting into hard and throbbing flesh. She saw the way the dress split apart all the way to her waist as she walked, her white flesh revealed in contrast to the dark blue material of the dress. It felt like the dress caressed her flesh when she walked, especially between her legs as the material stroked her quim as if it were Prince Michael’s fingers that pleasured her.
The servants opened the door for her, yet their eyes were downtrodden, fearing the wrath of Prince Michael if they should visit her half-naked body.
“Before you go in, one last piece of jewelry to adorn your lovely body.”
It was far from jewelry that he put on her, though she was sure that it was made out of silver. It was a chain, not a thin chain for looks but a thicker chain that went around her neck until it was snug. The end of it was the leash that Prince Michael held in his hand. It was as though she was his pet that he would be proudly display for all to see.
“Come, Ella.” He gave a tug with the chain as she moved along next to him.
This was different than the other nights she’d attended. Most of the women with the men had dresses similar to hers, at least at the bodice. Their firm, hard breasts were naked as they pushed up high, and the men weren’t immune to the look. Many of the women were being openly fondled as they talked. Yet, the dress beneath their waists was normal, not open as hers was. As Prince Michael introduced her to the men and the women with them, she was openly fondled. At first, she was taken by surprise when the man that stared into her face reached over and cupped one of her naked breasts as if it was the most casual thing to do. Her body jerked back as she was startled, but Prince Michael gave a tug on the chain until she moved forward and pushed her breast into his hand. His hand lightly ran over her nipple to tease it to such hardness, shamed that she grew excited from another man’s touch. He wet his finger and touched her nipple with the slightest of touch, but his cool spit sent her flesh trembling to the depth of her breast.
“She is such a lovely, delicate creature, Prince Michael. I can’t wait to see how she performs.”
His hand slid from her breast to go to her hips. He pushed the dress aside, and she soon felt his hand touch her naked hip. It didn’t stop there; she knew where it was going. She felt his large hand clasp onto her naked buttock. She clenched her cheeks, but he continued to squeeze it.
“Such a nice, firm backside.” But his hand continued to roam beneath her dress. It slid around front, and he stared into her eyes as if to defy him when his fingers found the soft hairs of her mound. He squeezed her lips and got a gasp from her mouth. He watched as Prince Michael gave a tug on the leash to order to gain her compliance. “A virgin you say?”
“Yes, no prick has ever been inside her hot, tight hole.” Michael said it proudly.
“Will we see her being deflowered tonight, Prince Michael?”
“Of course, that is why all my special friends are here.”
“That’ll be a special treat. It’s so difficult to find a virgin these days. We have to go younger and younger each year.” His fingers finally left her quim, but he noticed that there was dampness on them.
There were at least ten men with their women in the room, and Ella was introduced to each one, and they all took liberties with her body. She was openly fondled, her breasts, backside and her quim. She struggled to hide her arousal, but she grew wetter each time fingers touched her so intimately. It was as though all the men tried to masturbate her and force her to have an orgasm to show their sexual prowess. Prince Michael looked at her proudly, but his hand was always on the leash to control her.
Everyone began to gather around a chaise, a finely crafted sofa of polished wood and upholstered with the finest cloth. It was suitable for three. Michael turned to Ella. His fingers ran over her swollen nipples, a dark red with pounding blood from all the fingers that caressed them into turbulent tips. “It’s time, Ella.”
She looked around as everyone stared at her. There wasn’t a man that didn’t sport a huge erection at the thought of her deflowering. Prince Michael began to take off her dress, opening it in the back. His fingers slid over her naked back to send shivers through her flesh. He slipped it off her shoulders and pushed it down over her hips. She was left standing naked, except for her thigh-high stockings, which highlighted the rest of her naked body more vividly, in front of all. She stood there while Prince Michael shed his clothes in haste. It wasn’t long before she saw his familiar prick stand out in front of him, but her naked body and what the night would bestow on him made it thicker and longer. She feared his girth in her tight, virgin hole. She may have lost her hymen while riding, but she never had anything more than a few fingers and a tongue inside her quim, and they were much less formidable.
Prince Michael pulled her closer to him so he could kiss her. He took her hand and forced her fingers around the shaft of his prick and, with his hand over hers, began to slide it up and down his shaft.
His kiss was passionate, and she felt his prick swell beneath her touch. He moved his hand away from hers, but she continued to stroke his shaft. She was bent partly over as she felt a hand on her back, pushing down until she bent deeper. Another hand smoothed over her naked backside as the men all moved to get a better view. She heard a voice but didn’t know who said it.
“Spread your legs, Ella.” Prince Michael’s tongue danced in her mouth, but he made no attempt to stop what the wandering hands did behind her. She spread her legs, and a hand slid between her thighs and with a gentle urging, she spread them wider.
“What a magnificent quim.”
She felt a finger slide down her crack as she clenched it tight, but it didn’t stop until it got to her quim. He started to rub and explore her, and she heard the shameful comment.
“She’s wet, soaking wet.”
The finger rode up her slit from behind, pulling apart her wet lips to show her most intimate pink inner lips for all to see. She could see her reflection from some of the mirrors on the wall, and she was lewdly display as she stroked a prick and another man stroked her quim. She looked around, and more men had taken their pricks out and the women with them stroked them as they all gazed at her. How could I grow wetter at this degrading display of my body?
Michael broke their passionate kiss and though it broke his heart, he pulled his prick from her hand. He stood her up straight. “Lie on the chaise. Would you help her Giles?�
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“I’d love to assist you, Prince Michael.” He sat down on the couch and waited for Ella. “I’m Lord Dent, M’lady.” She started to sit on the couch but that wasn’t the position that Prince Michael wanted. “Recline on it, Ella. You’re not here to have tea but to fuck.”
Lord Dent took the end of the chain and held it, the slack taken out of it so he could control her if needed. “Take out my prick, Ella. You can stroke it as Prince Michael fucks you.”
She looked at Prince Michael but got no sympathy. She leaned over his lap and began to undo his trousers. At least Lord Dent was a younger man, about the same age as Prince Michael. She couldn’t deny that he was handsome and fit, and from the bulge that stirred beneath her fingers, he was virile. It didn’t take long to undo his trouser, and her hand slid inside his undergarments to pluck out his prick. He was big and hard as her hand curled beneath the shaft and close to his testicles. She turned her attention back to Prince Michael when he grabbed one of her ankles and threw her further onto her back. He flung her leg over the arm of the sofa and then grabbed her other ankle. He split her up the middle without pause.
Her pink quim opened up wide as his prick throbbed to be inside. He saw the way she expertly cupped Gile’s prick. “Take my prick and rub it on your quim.”
It was time for her to lose her innocence. She stretched out and took his prick in her hand, the first time she held two pricks at one time as though they both fought for her attention. With her legs spread so wide, she was opened up for all to see and they stood behind Prince Michael to get the best view. She began to rub the head of his prick up and down her slit and soon gathered hers and his juices. She could feel his prick throb as it bounced in her hand, and she gripped it to hold it from getting away. She knew what she had to do. She snuggled the head of his prick against her virgin hole. Prince Michael already pushed in with his hips to trap it in her tight, virgin hole. She looked down as the thick head of his prick overpowered her tiny hole. It would never fit!
“Move your hand away, Ella. Stroke Lord Dent’s prick while I take care of your quim.”
Lord Dent’s arm slipped around her shoulder and drew her near him, but she refused to let Prince Michael’s prick escape her hand. She wanted to feel him as he entered her.
It felt like his prick was pushed against an immovable object, but that gave him no concern. Once he was rooted fully inside her, he’d fuck her vigorously. She’d flower open beneath the power of his thrusts. He began to push with his hips as she continued to hold his prick. At least that would keep it from bending. He looked as her quim began to open to slowly slide over the head of his prick. It wouldn’t take long before he was inside.
It was nothing like the fingers that pushed inside her. His prick was more formidable and demanding, and she could feel her quim open up under the onslaught. The people looked down at her as they waited for the moment, but even she was caught off guard. “OOOOOWWWW!” She cried out as her quim felt like it tore when the head of his prick suddenly busted inside. It stretched her painfully as she struggled to accommodate it. She looked down at his prick, but there was no blood on it. She had survived, but his clenching prick threatened her as it jerked in pleasure.
“So hot and tight. It’s like a furnace,” Michael exclaimed loudly for all to hear. He barely had the head in and already her muscles fought to keep him out. He began to move his hips from side to side as he began the journey inside her quim. “Release my prick so I can fuck you properly.”
His prick began to plow into her quim. She felt so stretched, fearing he’d tear her, but he wasn’t about to be denied his pleasure. She began to stroke Lord Dent’s prick, hoping to inspire her own arousal and make it easier for him to fuck her. It was odd to be stroking one man’s prick that she just met while Prince Michael took her innocence while a crowd of strangers watched her demise. “Not so faasst,” she cried when Prince Michael became more aroused and his hips moved urgently. It was strange to see a prick stick out of her quim as more and more of it was slowly drawn inside. She could feel the thick ridge around the head tease at her muscles as her elastic walls stretched to accommodate his growing lust. In and out he thrust as his testicles hung beneath him and rocked back and forth.
“You’re so tight, it feels like your skinning my prick,” but that didn’t stop him. He continued to bore into her. Her quim clenched tightly around his prick as he drew it out. He shoved back in, pushing her against the chaise, but it stopped her from escaping his lunge back in. He saw her stroking Gile’s prick so passionately. Soon, he’d have her sucking pricks while he fucked her.
The initial shock and pain began to recede to be replaced by something much better. His prick rubbed her insides like nothing she ever felt before. The thick ridge on the head rubbed her so passionately when he withdrew and her quim tightened around the shaft with such loving care. One woman stroked Prince Michael’s naked backside as he fucked her, and she found herself grow jealous. She began to test her abilities, squeezing her thighs and that made her quim grip his prick. She saw the look of surprise and pleasure on his face, so she did it again. That inspired him to fuck her faster and harder, riding her for his pleasure. What should’ve been a shameful public display began to arouse her. She stroked another man’s prick only inches from her face while he held a leash. She didn’t know which drove her arousal more, Prince Michael fucking her or her stroking a strange man’s prick while everyone watched. Her quim grew wetter the more the prick stroked her.
He finally shoved his prick deep into her quim, rocking her body as the head of his prick smashed into her cervix. She cried out, forced to take the brutal thrust, but he was already pulling out and ready to fuck back in again with the same harshness. A soft hand rubbed over his naked buttocks, feeling him clench his cheeks each time he gave Ella a forceful fuck back in. The hand slid down and caught his testicles as they swung between his legs, holding them tight in her hand. Each time he pushed forward, his balls were stretched by her unyielding hand. He enjoyed the touch of two women at one time, even better when he had two women suck him off. He found that they tried to outdo each other in sucking his prick. He wasn’t about to get off inside Ella without bringing her off first. The position he fucked her in made it difficult for his prick to rub her pleasure button, but his hand slid down to the top of her mound and sought out the red, hard bud. His finger rubbed softly over the tip of it, making her hips urge up to push it harder into his finger, but it also drove her quim up to meet his prick with more power.
She arched her backside up from the chaise when she felt his expert touch on her pleasure button. He drove his prick in harder and deeper, smashing deep inside her, but the pain meshed with the pleasure until she couldn’t distinguish one from the other. She stroked Lord Dent’s prick faster as her fingers caught the drops of his arousal as they spurted out prematurely from his prick. If she thought Prince Michael’s prick was too big before, it stretched her wider as the head swelled in anticipation. She’d soon feel for the first time a man spurt his seed in her quim.
The muscles in her quim were wreaking havoc on his prick, undulating all along the shaft with such pleasure. She’d tighten her quim on his prick when he withdrew, relaxing them when he fucked back in with all the power he could muster. Her muscles nipped at the head of his prick as if she wanted to squeeze his seed out. With his testicles expertly milked, he was ready to cum. He saw the look on her face and knew she was ready, too.
It was as if Prince Michael was the conductor and Lord Dent and she were the symphony. He directed them all until the final crescendo and they all came explosively at the same time. Ella came when she felt the first powerful jet of his seed splash inside of her once-virgin passage. It sent her muscles into spasms of pleasure as the orgasm raced through her body. Her hand spurred Lord Dent, and she watched as she held his prick up into the air and he shot out his thick, white seed into the air, only to fall back and coat her hand with the hot seed. The air was thick with the smell of sex
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It was as though her quim dragged the cum from his clenched balls as they were milked by a strange hand behind him. He couldn’t have stopped if he wanted to as he spurted repeatedly as Ella’s juices flooded his prick. Even Lord Dent was satisfied as Ella expertly made him shoot out his seed for all to see.
It took a long time for all of them to finish. It was Lord Dent first as Ella’s hand stroked the last drops from his prick. Someone politely wiped his prick when her hand deserted it. Prince Michael finally shot the last of his seed inside her, but he stayed to enjoy the pleasure as her uncontrollable muscles slowly pushed him out. She felt a flood of juices flow from her quim as Prince Michael stood up. Ella was jealous as a woman knelt at his feet and her mouth licked his prick clean.
All of a sudden, it was as if it was an orgy. Everyone stripped off their clothes. Lord Dent might have just cum, but that didn’t slow him down the least. He had two lovely women tied up to the wall. Their arms were tied and spread high up until their lean, naked bodies were drawn taunt. Clad only in their boots, their legs were spread wide and bound; their backsides faced him in an open invitation.
It was the woman that had cleaned Prince Michael’s prick that picked up a leather strap. Ella never saw anything like it before. Four leather straps, each about an inch thick hung off the handle. The women that hung from the wall looked back at her, but it wasn’t pleasure that was etched on their faces, it was fear. Her hand rose back and the first blow of the leather strap struck one of the bound women on her naked backside with a loud thud, and it was followed by a hoarse cry. All turned to see what had happened, but no one tried to stop it as the woman slashed across her buttocks once again with the same results, a thick thud and loud scream. Ella could see the red marks on her buttocks where the straps had found the soft, unprotected flesh and bit into it harshly. The bound woman began to dance beneath the strap. Her hips moved briskly from side to side as if she could escape the harsh bite of the whip, but it did no good. The woman with the whip wheeled it with such accuracy and authority. It wasn’t long before the buttocks of the bound woman were laddered with red marks from the top of her buttocks all the way down to where her buttocks met the soft flesh of her thighs. Not a single piece of flesh was immune from the attack, and the woman cried louder as the four straps slapped so close her quim. Her shrill cry rang out in the room as the four strands of the whip found her crack and sliced up the sharp divide with such accuracy. When the strap withdrew, Ella saw her tiny anus swollen and red where the strap had taken its toll.
