by Powerone
Mary and Lady Browning had become quite experienced at pleasuring a man’s prick with their mouths so they took to it with ease. Father and son had given them lots of practice with them and others of the Hellfire Club. They wanted to do everything they could to make sure they were slick, but unfortunately, they also made the pricks harder and longer with their skills.
Mary looked at her mother as she felt Hubert’s hands on her buttocks. She cringed with the first touch of his large prick on her anus. It was sore from the whipping, but it would make no difference to Hubert. He’d take her no matter what. Her mother’s face strained, and a groan came from her lips just as Mary felt the same thing. The thick head of his slick prick forced its way through her tight ring with a start. She’d been touched and fingered back there, including the whip handle, but it was nothing like this. It felt like a log was shoved inside her as her anal ring stretched until it burned. She felt his prick dance in her rectum and push hard against her muscles to send them into revolt. The muscles clenched uncontrollably, but it only made it hurt worse when she tightened them. She tried to relax her muscles, but it was difficult to do when her anus felt like it would tear if he shoved any more of his prick inside.
Hubert felt such pleasure. He wanted to do this to Mary before, but he thought it appropriate that she have one virgin hole to take on her wedding night. And this hole was definitely virgin. It was so tight that it felt like it would skin his prick if he continued. But, he wouldn’t be deterred from making her take every inch of his prick. He pushed harder as he fought her muscles, gazing down to see his thick prick split the tiny hole. Her anal ring stretched so tight around the shaft of his prick, and he shoved more of his prick in her and forced her to rub his shaft with such pleasure. He pulled back out, but only an inch, until he could push back in with more power. He got a gasp from Mary’s lip, but her tight muscles stopped him after another inch of his prick was shoved inside. He took his time to savor the pleasure as her muscles rippled up and down his prick as he fed her inch after inch. Withdrawing was just as much pleasure as going in. It felt like her insides clung to his prick as though she didn’t want it to leave, and he didn’t want to disappoint her.
Mary thought his prick was never ending. Inch after inch of his prick bore into her, yet he still had more. She never realized it was so long, but she never felt his body or his testicles slap against her buttocks to signal that he was fully embedded inside her. Her stomach would cramp when his demanding prick would straighten out a bend in her guts but that didn’t slow him down. Her mother suffered the same excruciating slow ass fuck from the look on her face. It took a while before Mary felt his prick jerk in the darkest depths of her bowels. She felt his heavy balls rest on her buttocks. He was fully inside her, and she felt it. It was as if a log was shoved between her cheeks.
“Are you ready, Father?”
Edward grunted one last time from the final thrust and then was seated fully in her bowels. He flexed his prick to show his power over Lady Browning. “What do you say, Lady Browning? Are you ready to be sodomized?”
He did it to shame her, and it worked. Her face flushed as the words came out of her mouth. “Yes, take me,” she shamefully responded. Then, she felt his prick retreat, sucking out her insides as inch after inch was pulled from her guts, but it felt like he took her guts with it. Only when the head of his prick stretched her anal ring did he push back in. He took her with the full measure of his prick as het sent it back in with a powerful thrust. Her head reared up as he cried out.
Mother and daughter cried out in unison as if the father and son were one. Their pricks rocked the women’s bodies, going from empty to full in seconds. It didn’t take long for the men to get their pleasure, both women’s holes were virgin and so tight it felt as though their pricks were skinned by their tight holes.
Both women felt the hot crème jet into a hole that wasn’t destined to receive it. The men cried out their pleasure, and their crème made it easier for them to finish up inside them, sliding easily along with each jet of crème that spewed into them. It took a long time before they finished, but they happily sat inside the tight hole and let the women use their powerful muscles to push the invaders out. All saw their shame as the men’s white crème slowly dribbled out their breached holes.
Mary and her mother weren’t released, not yet. They were made available to any man or woman that wanted them. And many a man wanted to try out their asses, even though they’d have to swim in another man’s juices. Others took advantage of the women’s heads in the pillories; their mouth’s conveniently located to take a stout prick inside. Some men were very long and the pillories allowed them to breach the woman’s throat without regard.
Ella and Prince Michael left even as the long night of debauchery continued.
Epilogue
The king spared no expense on the wedding of his son, Prince Michael, to Ella. The heads of state from many countries came to witness the proud moment. Someday, Prince Michael would become king when his father passes away.
Ella was so proud to marry the prince and hoped her mother and father approved of her choice from heaven. She had made some hard choices in her life, but she had no regrets.
She lived through a rough period when her father died and she was left in the hands of the unscrupulous Lady Browning and her cruel daughters. Ella could have forgiven them and moved on, but instead, she sought out her revenge. She paid the price for that revenge, but she never regretted it for one moment.
It was two years later that Ella brought forth her first child for the prince, a baby boy. Another year later and she had a second boy. The third year she finally had a girl, naming her Cinderella.
It would be twenty years before the king succumbed to consumption. Prince Michael became King Michael II and proudly ruled the kingdom for twenty-five years of relative peace and prosperity. Ella had perished first and then he fell ill and died as if he could no longer live without her. His first born took over as king.
The Hellfire Club continued to flourish during these years. The aristocracy continued to plunder the weak and vulnerable for their pleasure.
Jane: Taken by the Ape-Man (sample)
Powerone
SIZZLER EDITIONS 2015
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Chapter 1
The Adventure
Rich watched as she got into the Falcon 7X. Her short dress left a lot of leg revealed, and she took advantage of it. He was sure that she teased him as she bent over to get in the plane in spite of the fact that it wasn’t needed. She loved to push that lovely ass out for him to see. He took the seat next to her, the other six seats empty.
“I’m glad you decided to let me go with you,” Jane purred as she pressed her breast into his arm.
“Did I have a choice?” Rich tried to convince her that where he was going wasn’t hospitable for a woman, but she’d have none of his excuses. She finally wore him down. With all her arguments, he couldn’t find fault with her reasoning. Jane was no longer the mousey, unconfident woman that he met two years ago. She’d changed into what she was now, but Rich had a lot to do with her transformation.
“You always had a choice. I do whatever you desire.” Jane meant it. Rich had found her, and as he said, she was a diamond in the rough. He took her and polished her into what she was today. She was grateful. Rich was handsome and wealthy, a billionaire in his own right. His parents had given him a small stake when he graduated from Harvard with an MBA, but it was less than a hundred thousand dollars. He had parlayed that into what it was today, a number in excess of five billion dollars or so they said. That wasn’t the reason she was with him, nor was it his looks, though she couldn’t deny that he was so
handsome that women looked at her and were jealous that she was with him, not them. She was infatuated with him because of his firmness, afraid of using the word that truly described it. Domination scared her, but only the word, not the act. It sounded so much harsher than it actually was.
Rich put his hand on her naked leg, and she parted her legs willingly, but he didn’t move it. He enjoyed the touch of her soft, silky inner flesh. There would be time for more intimate exploration of her body after they arrived in Kisantu. They would rest up from this long trip before they set out by boat.
“How long is the trip?” They had all the creature comforts in the private jet, nothing like what the people that had to fly by commercial jet had to contend with, even in first class, it paled in comparison.
“About six hours to Lisbon where we’ll refuel. We can get a bite to eat and stretch our legs. Then, it’s onto Kisantu in the Democratic Republic of Congo. It’ll take us about nine hours.” Rich fastened his seatbelt as the plane began to taxi. It didn’t take long before they were in the air, the plane cruising at over five hundred miles an hour. They cabin attendant served them champagne as they settled in for the long flight.
* * * *
Jane had her arm linked with him as they walked through the private-jet terminal. They had a small snack at the terminals restaurant, more to try some authentic Portuguese food than to fill their stomachs. It was four hours before they could board the plane once again, and then, they took off for the last leg of the journey by plane. After that, it would be by boat and walking.
They arrived at Inkisi Airport. It was small but was capable of handling the Falcon jet. As they got off in the early hours of the morning, they could feel the humidity, even though the temperature was in the eighties. They checked into the Tanzanite Executive Suites. The rooms were adequate, but they’d soon welcome them compared to what the accommodations they’d have to survive on once they took to the river.
Jane lay naked next to Rich as the air conditioner buzzed away but did little to cool the room. They had taken a shower before bed, but that did nothing to alleviate the humidity and heat. They’d leave tomorrow morning, but they had a lot to accomplish before they left. The rest of the team would meet them tonight at sunset when it was cooler. She heard the soft murmur of Rich’s breathing as her hand curled around his cock. In spite of him being sound asleep, his cock grew in her hand. She did nothing but hold it, her fingers curled around the thick shaft. They were both tired and hot, but in spite of it, she joined Rich and fell asleep.
Kisantu was the capital of the Democratic Republic of Congo. It has about seventy thousand people, and they all looked like they were on bikes and motor scooters when Rich and Jane headed to the dock. The major roads were paved, if you could call it that, but everything else was dirt with large potholes. The docks weren’t much better, suited for cargo and fishing, not pleasure boats, but Rich’s boat was hardly a pleasure boat.
“What are you expecting?” Jane knew there was danger on this expedition, one reason she wanted to go. It excited her. But when she saw the boat, it took on a harsher reality. It was more like a gunboat than a boat to cruise the river. It was painted jet black with no other markings. The boat sat high in the water, in spite of the machine gun that was mounted on the forward deck, the belt of ammunition hung down until it disappeared into the box below it. The metal sides of the deck were more for cover than any other reason. The cabin above deck was covered in windows, but knowing Rich, Jane was sure that it was bulletproof glass. In the rear of the boat were two large exhausts that shot up, painted black. Jane guessed that it had twin engines that would make this boat fly across the water until it barely touched it. Rich loved speed.
“Everything and anything. You still have a chance to go home,” Rich warned her. “I never leave anything to chance.”
“Never; I’m here and ready to go.” She saw the three men standing next to it. They looked like military by their clothing, a combination of camouflage fatigues and black clothes. They were all big, over six feet four and muscular. She immediately saw the one in charge. He had that look about him. She couldn’t deny that he was handsome in a rough sort of way. He had a ten o’clock shadow on his face, a square jaw and he barely cracked a smile. He had dark-brown eyes, and they stared directly at her. She looked down to see his large hands. Hands like Rich had, demanding hands that took possession of whatever they touched. In spite of Rich’s billions, he looked like he worked with his hands, not his mind.
Derk couldn’t take his eyes off her. He expected Rich’s companion to be beautiful, but nothing like this. He expected a young trophy, pampered woman, but she was nothing like that. She was beautiful, but in a plain sort of way. She wore little makeup and had no jewelry except for a small diamond ring on her right hand. She wore tan khakis, but they were snug on her hips and ass. He couldn’t wait for her to turn around so he could admire her from behind. The button-down tan blouse was tight against her breasts, the top three buttons opened, with a tan pullover beneath it that hid her delicious flesh from his eyes. She certainly got a rise out of him.
Rich saw Derk immediately. “It’s good to see you, Derk.” They clasped hands, and Rich felt the pressure of Derk’s hand as he tried to crush his in jest. He responded until they both broke their grip and laughed.
Derk knew Rich from their younger days when they were both carefree and reckless. Derk stayed that way, but Rich took to earning money in large amounts. That made him less susceptible to take risks, at least regarding his life and that’s why Derk was surprised when Rich brought up this expedition. It was out of form for even Rich to go, never mind to bring his companion. The goal had to be very important for him to risk everything. “Glad you could make it, old friend.” They hugged.
“What do you mean, old,” Rich shot back when they broke the embrace. “This is my significant other, Jane. Jane this is Derk, the toughest, meanest man alive.” Rich and Derk were still close in spite of the way their lives parted. They were almost like brothers. There were no secrets between them, and they shared everything.
Derk turned his attention to Jane. He took her hand and kissed it softly as his eyes stared into her deep-blue eyes. “Such beauty,” he complimented her, but he refused to release her soft hand. His imagination ran rampant as to what her soft hands could do to inspire his lust.
“His hands might be calloused and rough, but his touch is soft and gentle. Like yours, Rich.” Jane loved a man that could be both and were. It excited her. She knew that Rich and Derk were close friends and wondered what that meant for her. Rich had talked about him a lot, though in the two years she was with Rich, she’d never met him. When she saw him, she knew why. They didn’t look like they were in the same social circles. Or was it that Rich didn’t really belong in the social circle his money allowed him to join?
“Meet Jessie and Brewster. They’re brothers and our guards. They’ll keep us out of trouble or get us out of trouble. I’ve known them since the service, and they are both capable of taking care of anything. You can’t find better men to watch your back than them.” They were with Derk in the Special Forces for too many years, and now, they were hired mercenaries, just as Derk was.
Jane shook their hands, but they were harsh and forceful in their grip, in spite of her being a woman. There was no gentleness at all in them. They didn’t even crack a smile or grin, though their eyes looked her over like a piece of meat. Jane felt a shiver in her body. She’d be on a small boat in the middle of the jungle with four men, all alpha males. She felt a shiver of pleasure between her legs and squeezed her pussy in response. “It’s good to meet you.”
“We have to check out the boat and the supplies. We won’t be leaving until the morning. We’ll spend another night in the hotel, the last night in a comfortable bed. Don’t go too far. They don’t see many blonde white women here, and it could be dangerous,” Rich warned her.
She walked on the dock, the wood rotted and decayed. There were other boats ti
ed up, but most were handmade with small engines on the sterns, used mainly for fishing, though a few were pushed into duty to handle cargo up and down the river. The Congo River could take large boats, but the Inkisi River was shallower. Jane still didn’t know their ultimate destination or what Rich sought. He promised to tell her once they got under way. He was always secretive.
The men on the dock eyed her with suspicion, but she also saw lust in their eyes. They were a mix of tan-skinned men to jet-black men of all ages. When she walked near them, they all stopped and eyed her; she was a novelty in this part of the world. She could imagine what was in their heads. The nearby town had sprung up over the centuries in an urban sprawl that couldn’t be contained. Most of the buildings near the dock were old, tin roofs with block walls, built to withstand the elements, not built for aesthetic reasons. She’d expected the jungle to be fresh and sweet, but the town was none of that. It reeked of rotted garbage, stagnant water and the unbathed bodies of many of the inhabitants. Jane hoped once they got on the water the aroma would change.
Rich checked the boat to make sure that it had everything that was needed. Once they set out, there wouldn’t be many places they could get supplies, especially ammunition. The last chance for that would be when they’d transition from the Inkisi River to the Luili River. The Luili River would be low this time of year with no outlet on the Inkisi River for the boat. A sandbar would block it. They’d need help, but Rich had planned for that.
They went back to the hotel, and they both fell asleep. Rich woke her up early, before the sun rose. They grabbed coffee but that was all. They were too excited to get under way finally. They walked to the boat. She saw the other men on the boat, and Rich walked up the gangplank first. She waited. “Permission to come aboard, Captain,” she teased him.
