by Nicola Diaz
As Bjorn’s preferred slave I know that nobody will fuck me, in my pussy or my ass. I know that these parts of me will belong to none but he until he has had his fill of me. Again Bjorn comes up to me, sending his cock deep into my asshole again, pulling on the restraints around my arms, pulling on the parts of my hair gathered under the blindfold. He thrusts into me harder, determined not to lose his erection, despite the copious amounts of seem that have just escaped it into me.
Bjorn grunts louder and louder, and I know that he is about to cum again. I don’t expect the massive expulsion of seed from him that follows, but he spills another massive load of his seed into my ass. Roars of laughter resound, and I know that he is doing this as much for their amusement as his own. He lifts me off the ground now, with his thick length, and then pushes me into the ground almost with the same. I stumble on my feet now, really steadying myself against this intrusion, this sheer and utter invasion. He keeps on thrusting into me, even after this second expulsion, pumping his cock into my ass aggressively. I don’t know where he gets the strength from, but one thing is certain. He has really got the most powerful cock I have ever had the pain, or pleasure, of experiencing.
Still Bjorn digs into my asshole, pushing harder and harder. He seems to be more determined to hurt me, and he does. I scream, loud and long, and then my face is suddenly pulled down. My mouth is obviously not off limits to the others because I can smell another cock in front of my nose, just before I taste it in my mouth. This dick is thick too, and stretches my mouth far into the back. Then it fucks my mouth in a sideways motion before it quickly erupts into me.
Another cock is brought up to my face, and big, heavy balls are rubbed in my face, along my lips, until I open my mouth and start to suck on them. They taste sweaty and salty, and the flavor of them sits heavily on my tongue. I suck on them, as hard as I can, still trying to find myself, find my feet, but there is no way for me to settle myself against the nuts in my mouth and the dick still annihilating my ass. Through the blackness I see stars, as clearly as you would if your eyes were not blindfolded. But mine are, and I think that delirium has started to set in.
When the cock growing out of the balls that I was just sucking makes its way into my mouth I am brought back, immediately. I suck on it as it fucks my mouth hard. Over and over it is pushed into the back of my mouth until eventually it starts to throb incredibly, moments before it too erupts into my mouth. I cannot swallow all of this seed, so some of it falls onto the ground. This dick still moves in my mouth with the same veracity as the one moving still in my ass.
Finally they both exit me, and all my holes are free. My hands are still bound, my eyes still blindfolded, but I am alone now in the cage. The men seem to have even forgotten about me now, carrying on with various conversations, making me feel used and seriously abused. I stumble forward now, but don’t hit the floor, not completely with my upper-body. My knees are on the floor though, offering me some relief in my wrists. I start to gather myself a little more, start to bring myself more and more back into the moment.
I already start to think what I will do with the additional freedom that what has just passed here will afford me. I start to think what else I can offer him, what more he can do to me to grow this freedom further. A few ideas settle in my head, a couple lurk in the periphery of my psyche. I hear other people come into the cage and I gather myself. Nobody touches me for the longest time though, and I start to think that perhaps it is some of my fellow slaves, come to free me, to take me away, to clean me up.
My tits are pulled on though, hard, and then my nipples. Then my mouth is pulled down onto another cock, long, thin, hard, and it goes deep into my mouth, so deep that I try to move off it somewhat. Its owner holds my head though, keeping me on himself, thrusting deeper into my mouth. He starts to fuck my mouth steadily, drawing attention from the crowd again, drawing laughter, giggles, and more cheers. I know now that this session really is far from over…
THE END
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Impale Me!
Chapter 1
“Veronica” Kane says, as I let him into my apartment. I don’t respond to him, walking him through my Manhattan penthouse and pouring him a drink, myself too. I know his name, I remember his name. He introduced himself to me as Kane at the bar, right before he pulled my hand onto his hard, thick cock, and let it linger there for as long as it took him to finish his drink. He was every part the description of my most recent fantasy. I knew then and there that I had to have him.
I have had lots of fun, exploring and re-exploring my sexual appetites. I know that I am a nymph, there is no other word to describe my insatiable lusts. I yearn for sex, hard sex, different sex, deviant sex. My pussy wets at the thought of new ways to be fucked. And when I met Kane in the pub a few nights ago I knew that he would satisfy my newest lust. I knew that he would stretch my limits, and my cunt beautifully. There is now no turning back, because he is already here.
My family hates my lifestyle of course, and I have tried to keep this from them. This is why they have seen fit to put me up in my own apartment, to try and hide from view my tastes. I appreciate this, because there is no way for me to turn from these appetites. I cannot help myself, cannot return to the innocent, demure debutant that I once was. The dark side has consumed me completely now, and there is a stranger standing in my living room now, promising to make this side a whole lot darker.
I turn the down lights a little further down, dimming the space considerably. I light a few candles, and watch him explore the contents of his glass as well as the suspension contraption in the living room, the one I bought online a few days earlier and am yet to try out. When Kane mentioned his skill with suspension I knew that he would be the perfect man to explore this device with. Now that he is here though I am suddenly very anxious, fearful almost, and so I pour myself another drink. I give Kane another one too, just to take the edge off this encounter, hoping secretly that if he is a little drunk then it will be a little easier.
He comes up to me, and grabs my hair in his hands. Then he pulls me down to my knees, and I go easily. I start to work on his belt quickly, wanting to get him out of his trousers quickly. I know that he needs to cum first, at least once, so that he is patient for the rest of the encounter. I also need to be satisfied a little before the real games begin. There will be a whole lot of time for us to explore the suspension device, but for now, I really need to taste his cock.
Kane watches me work on his trousers, and take them off, his fingers still in my hair. Then I take off his boxers, and his cock is hard already. He rubs it in my face, and then as I take the tip of it into my mouth, he pulls me back off it a little. I struggle against his grip, really wanting to swallow his cock now. He knows that I want it, sees the lust in my eyes, but still he holds me back off him, just a little bit, just enough for his delicious looking meat to be out of reach of my mouth.
He looks around the room, and makes his way to the dining room table. He pulls the runner off it and returns to me, lifting me off the floor. Kane turns me so that I am facing away from him now, and he uses the runner to create a makeshift blindfold. It is tight, and suddenly all is dark. I am very much intrigued by this, but no more than I have been before. I have been blindfolded before, and so while this excites me, it doesn’t overwhelm me. Then he turns me again to face him, and pushes me back to my knees. Now he eases his cock into my mouth.
Kane thrusts deep into my mouth. He goes so deep into me that I choke on his massive head, but liking it. It tastes like sweat, and I like the flavors of his dick. I suck on it hard, aggressively, and he keeps digging deeper into my mouth. Then he pulls it out of me, and rubs his balls against my lips. I open my mouth and take the one ma
ssive orb into my mouth. I suck on it, as it moves from side to side against my teeth. Then I suck on the other one, quickly giving up my attempts to fit both of them in my mouth.
Again he is shoving his cock into my mouth, and again I am sucking on it hard. It slips a little too deep into my mouth on a number of occasions, and I choke on its head again. I brace myself against this thrusting though, and take more and more of him into my mouth. Then again he is out of my mouth, rubbing his balls in my face, against my lips, against my nose, and putting his nuts into my mouth, forcefully. I suck on his balls, licking them when there is no way for me to take them
into my mouth, but then licking them one at a time again.
Kane lifts me off the floor now, and lips my dress off. He runs his fingers over my body, and even though I feel cold and exposed, the parts of me that he touches are licked with flames. There is something inviting about his touch, something intriguing, and I like it. As he takes my bra off, and touches my nipples between his fingers, more heat passes through me, but only into my breasts. Then he works his hands down my belly, and underneath my panties. He touches my clit hard, and then rubs on it in small circles. Then he rubs on it harder, in wider circles, before he sends just one finger into my. He keeps on fingering me with just this one fingers as he uses his free hand to remove my panties completely.
Chapter 2
Kane enters me with another finger. Two fingers now moving inside me, pulling from me a mild orgasm, but not just yet. He seems to keep me lingering between having an orgasm and not, and the frustration starts to really get to me. Also, I am filled with more anxiety, in the blackness brought on by the blindfold, so much so that I start to sweat big drops of salty liquid rather quickly. I am in my own home now though, and so I feel safe. At least safer than I know I would feel at Kane’s place, wherever that is.
I have had many encounters in this apartment, many men have seen these walls. I have been fucked in every room, some twice, and I remember it as though it were yesterday. But now Kane is here, and he threatens to pull all these memories from me, to create new ones, better ones, ones with a little more life, a little more zest. I look forward to this, hoping that he will start soon with this new creation, and build quickly on everything that I thought that I knew of fucking. I know that he is about to turn all my preconceptions on their head.
He keeps on fingering me, until I cream on his hand. Then he pulls his fingers from me, and turns me around again, pushing me down on his cock again. As he thrusts into me, into my wet and willing mouth, I suck on the inches of his meat that make their way effortlessly into my mouth. He goes deeper and deeper, and with such consistency of rhythm that I know that he has no intention of cumming just yet. He obviously intends to make this a long session, and I am somehow pleased.
Kane lifts me to my feet again, without an orgasm in sight, and he touches my cunt again. He moves his hand over it, every part of it, and then settles on my clit eventually. He rubs it hard, and then pauses. Then he is rubbing it hard again, before stopping. Then he sends his fingers into me again, one, two, and then three. He builds up to four fingers, and then he starts to pull on my cunt again, hard. I feel the orgasm beginning to form in the distance somewhere, but just out of reach. He is really skilled at this game that he now has me playing, or rather that he is playing on me.
He pulls another orgasm from me, and then removes his fingers from me quickly. Then he turns me over, bending me over on my couch so that I rest my face in my hands on the seat of the sofa. He parts my ass cheeks, and sends the finger that was just in my cunt into my ass, deeply. Then he stops, after the finger is all the way inside me, and he just stirs around in small circles. The circles become wider though, and then he pushes the finger deeper into me.
Adding another finger to my ass, he digs deep into me with these two now. His thumb finds the place between my cunt-lips that folds over the entrance to it, and goes into it hard, seeming like he wants to link his thumb and forefinger together inside me. He pushes deeper still with these fingers, and brings me close, too close to another orgasm, but not quite getting there. Suddenly he removes these fingers from me, and lifts me up again. He spits in my face, and then licks this spit off my skin before spitting onto my face again.
Over and over he repeats this, and when I open my mouth he spits into it. Then he forces my mouth closed, forcing me to swallow it before forcing my mouth open again and dropping spit inside me all over again. He really seems to enjoy the look of shock on my face each time he drops spit into my mouth, a look I cannot hide. I have never had spit in my face before, or in my mouth, and it really feels more than a little bit uncomfortable.
Then he goes down on his knees and sniffs around my pussy. He sends his tongue into me deeply, quickly, and licks up the juices that are now flowing from me. He really seems to like it too, because he does it for the longest time. I feel another orgasm coming, and I cannot believe that it has come so fast. I really never imagined that I could have so many orgasms in such quick succession, but there is really something to be said about being fucked by a relative stranger, or at least the promise of being fucked by a complete stranger.
After he licks my cunt for the longest time, after he drains my cunt of everything that is flowing from it, he pulls his mouth off of me. Then he kisses my cunt, gently, kissing my clit, before biting into it hard. There are few things that I like more than having my pussy licked, but now that he has taken to my clit with his teeth, I am almost confused. This confusion doesn’t last long though, because soon he is standing up again, and pulling me with him to the suspension device, something which has had his attention for the longest time.
Chapter 3
He makes quick work of suspending me in the device. With my feet still on the floor, it is not too uncomfortable. Then he turns the lever on the side of the contraption and I start to lift off the floor. My levels of comfort wane fast, as does my sense of security. He keeps on turning the lever until I am suspended diagonally in midair, my legs parted completely. I hadn’t realized how this device worked exactly, not until now, not until I am in it, trapped completely inside it, attached to it.
Still he cranks the lever, and I keep moving through the air. Soon enough I am hanging face up in the device, and my ass is aiming for the floor, much to the aches and pains of my joints. I try to adjust myself in the contraption, but to no avail. I try to pull myself up a little in it, and still the restraints around my wrists and ankles pulls harder on them. Eventually I stop struggling against it, and I just hang there, spread eagle, waiting for Kane to start with his work on me. I am wet now, and ready I think. Little do I know that my idea of ready is everything but.
Kane comes up between my legs, and lifts my ass, pulling my pussy towards him. With one hand underneath me, he uses the fingers on the other hand to separate my cunt lips. Then he eases one of his fingers into me, all the way into me, and turns it to the left and then to the right. Then he pulls this finger from me very slowly. He goes into me with another finger, lodging this one deep inside me too, also turning this one to the left and right. Again, he moves this finger from me very slowly.
He explores my pussy with one finger at a time and he enjoys it. He really seems to be liking the feeling of the inside of my cunt, and he just uses one finger at a time inside me, seeming to be in no rush. Then he lets go of my ass, and I fall towards the floor again, stopping just short of the ground. He pulls on the lever a little, raising me off the floor a little more. My wrists hurt a little more than my ankles now though.
Then he steps out from between my legs, and turns the lever more. He turns it so much that I start to feel that I am upright again. Then I am going towards the ground again, and this feels uncomfortable, remarkably so. Face down now, I start to think that he has left me, listening for his footsteps, for anything to let me know that he is still in the room. Then I hear him pouring himself another drink, and I know that he is still in the room. Soon enough he is between my legs, running his hand
s over my butt.
He parts my ass cheeks with his one hand, and I assume that he is using the other hand to move the glass to his mouth and away. Then he puts the glass down and uses both his hands on my ass now, and on my back. He rubs his fingers deep into the skin that he finds there, and relaxes me somewhat. I start to think that he is being too gentle to me now, too easy on me. I almost want to tell him to up the ante a little bit, but I know that it is just the beginning of things for the night.
When he leaves me again I hear him digging in his bag. I wonder what he might be getting out of it, assuming incorrectly that he is fetching condoms. What he is getting though is a length of rope, and I know this because he wraps the rope around my neck and pulls hard. I cannot breathe suddenly, and I struggle to get air into my lungs. Then he leaves the end of the rope so that the parts of it around my neck loosen just a fraction and I can at last breath.
I want to ask him what the fuck he is doing, but then I remember the conversation that we had two days earlier. There were no limits, nothing out of bounds. I had said that he can do anything to me, whatever he thought of, whatever came to his mind to give me the most incredible pleasure. I said to him that I didn’t mind pain, and even though I was really not sure of this, I remember coming across more confident than I actually was. Right now though, I’m starting to think if it will be too late to amend some of the rules of this game.
