Cooper continued with his concentrated stimulation, studying Ruth closely as he rubbed her clitoris. ‘Neither, I’m going to bank this one.’ He pulled his finger out of her pussy. ‘I want time to appreciate her. She’ll be better when she’s matured and I’m truly keyed up. Be good and learn well.’ He flicked Ruth’s nipple sharply and turned back to his cab.
She watched him go feeling empty and not at all sure whether she was relieved or disappointed. He frightened her a little; judging from the proportions of his body his prick would be huge, and the thought of taking anything so large inside her made her feel weak with trepidation... and desire.
‘No shoes in the house for you,’ Elsa snapped, interrupting her thoughts. ‘Slip them off and pick up your clothes. Did you enjoy that?’
‘I suppose... in a way...’ Ruth replied quietly.
‘The bathroom is upstairs,’ Elsa went on. ‘Clean up, and don’t be naughty and touch yourself.’
When Ruth emerged from her bath, pink and naked, Elsa led her down into a big farmhouse kitchen. Feeling exposed and vulnerable, she nevertheless followed her compliantly.
‘Have you eaten anything?’ Elsa asked her.
‘Not since breakfast.’
‘Have this for now.’ She indicated the crackers and cheese on the table.
Ruth perched humbly on a stool, and picked at the food. Then Morgan offered her a drink and she gratefully accepted. It was a delicate cordial tasting of elderberry, cool and refreshing. She drank it down quickly, and was rewarded with another glass. She surveyed her surroundings curiously while reflecting on recent events. Nudity made her feel conspicuous, but the condition was not actually unpleasant. Each time she glanced down she was riveted by the size of her nipples, red and succulent as ripe raspberries. She touched one cautiously, and instantly sparked a warm reaction in her pussy. Yet if her capacity for wantonness amazed her, more astonishing still was her insatiability. Instead of calming her desires, each experience only served to augment her ardour.
Elsa was studying her closely. ‘Do you need to come?’ she asked candidly.
‘You can’t know how much I need to come!’ Ruth enthused.
‘Oh, I do, believe me.’ Elsa looked at Morgan. ‘Shall we take pity on her?’
‘Eventually,’ he decided. ‘Bring her over to the doorway.’
Ruth allowed herself to be led across the kitchen, her pulse racing as she speculated on what the couple had planned for her.
Elsa steered her charge into position. ‘Feet astride and hard against the frame,’ she ordered.
Ruth obeyed as Morgan crouched down and brought his face level with her crotch. He pushed her foot firmly against the woodwork, passing a restraint around her ankle to snap it closed with a sharp click. The sound made her stomach churn, and instinctively she pulled at the loop to test its strength. It was firm, unbreakable, and a shiver of desire made her knees feel weak. The second clicking sound made her gasp softly in anticipation, and before she knew it, Morgan had also attached her wrists to straps hanging from the top corners of the doorway. She was securely tied and vulnerable to intrusion – utterly helpless.
He stood before her and looked her directly in the eye as his hand stroked her labia, parting her inner lips to allow his finger to play on the moist threshold of her pussy before moving up to her erect clit. Ruth thought she would faint with pleasure as he pinched her little bud, making her cry out from the exquisite pain. He did it again, this time while he sucked both her nipples in turn.
Meanwhile, Elsa pulled off her dress, exposing her full breasts with their proud aureoles. Then she eased off Morgan’s shirt and tossed it away. And while he continued to pleasure their new slave, she rubbed her breasts against his back and began unfastening his trousers. He had to step aside to get them off and she took his place, carefully touching her nipples to Ruth’s while planting a light kiss on her lips. ‘I’ve always regretted we didn’t explore this side of ourselves all those years ago, Ruth,’ she purred. ‘If only we’d been more informed. I’ve spent the last four years pining away for you. We’ve so much lost time to make up for.’ She sank to her knees and kissed her friend directly on her clit.
Ruth moaned, tugging at her bonds as Elsa’s tongue salved her aching pussy.
Morgan, completely naked now, put his hands under Elsa’s breasts, pulled her up, and slipped off her panties.
When fully naked herself Elsa moved away and casually began preparing a simple supper of bread and cheese and pickles, while Morgan helped her. They played with each other as they laid the table, and each time they passed Ruth they played with her too, probing her pussy, flicking her nipples or kissing her belly. Then they took their meal feeding each other, Morgan sitting on a chair with Elsa astride his lap impaled on his erection. She ground herself against him as she ate, smiling impishly at Ruth. Then he spread butter over her nipples and proceeded to suck her clean very slowly, after which the meal became secondary, and was soon forgotten.
Restrained, immobilised and ignored, Ruth’s desire became unbearable as she watched the couple consuming each other. She yanked impotently at her bonds, longing for someone to lick her clit, or better yet, for a big cock to thrust into her hungry pussy.
Morgan lifted Elsa bodily onto the table’s edge without slipping out of her. He then rutted frenziedly as she cried out and clung to him, hooking her legs around his and absorbing his onslaught.
Ruth continued to struggle desperately against her bonds, longing to relieve her deepening tension as she watched Elsa’s lithe body flush pink with mounting excitement. Suddenly she fell back across the table, dragging Morgan down with her, and abandoned herself to ecstasy. He uttered a wild grunt of triumph, and his body convulsed as he shot his seed into her.
They remained lying on the table, embracing and caressing each other, ignoring the pinioned Ruth as she sobbed with frustration. When Elsa finally turned her head and smiled at her contentedly, Ruth hated her.
Elsa studied her friend’s face intently. ‘Our little pet looks in need of attention,’ she said to Morgan, who was clearing the table.
‘I concur with that,’ he said.
Elsa padded silently away, moving beyond Ruth’s vision, and moments later her warm body pressed against Ruth’s back and her hands came up and around to cup her breasts, lifting the upward-pointing nipples to increase their prominence. Morgan, moving to stand in front of the bound girl, took both peaks between thumb and forefinger and twisted and squeezed them until she cried out in exquisite agony.
‘Did you enjoy my finger in here?’ Elsa asked, pressing firmly on the tight entrance to her bottom.
‘Oh yes, it was really nice,’ Ruth admitted, willingly to say anything she felt they wanted to hear, ‘much nicer than I had imagined it would be.’
‘But you were glad it wasn’t Cooper’s big cock?’
‘I think I’d like to feel a cock in there...’
‘Ah, you will, Ruth, I promise, very soon,’ Elsa cooed. ‘But first you must be educated.’
She had no time to ponder this enigmatic statement because Morgan’s finger suddenly joined Elsa’s in an invasion of her sex. She moaned and squirmed as two fingers roamed freely around her lips’ sensitive folds, probing the hidden areas of her most sensitive self. Then through the haze of delicious sensation she heard Morgan ask her, ‘If I release your legs, do you think you could take me now?’
‘Oh yes,’ she breathed. ‘Yes, I know I could.’
Ruth felt the straps fall from her ankles. With her wrists still confined, she shuffled forward and spread herself open, conscious of the unfamiliar fullness in her bottom in the form of Elsa’s finger. She thrust her pelvis forward, inviting Morgan’s cock. He stood firm and solid, with his erection jutting straight up and out from his hairy groin. She felt his heat touch the moist flesh of her inner lips, and the wonderful sensation of his throbbing tip
against her vaginal ring told her he was ready. She thrust her hips forward again, and he slid in smoothly.
Elsa withdrew her finger from Ruth’s anus and both her hands closed over her friend’s swollen teats.
Resting her head on Elsa’s shoulder, and pulling against her wrist straps for leverage, Ruth surrendered to the living flesh embedded in her cleft, a great peace filling her as all the waiting and anticipating reached a swift culmination. His thick hard cock rode in and out of her, making her pussy seem to glow with joy as Elsa played an arpeggio of pleasure on her nipples. Her pulse was racing, her breathing fast and shallow, and soon reality drifted away as she surrendered to an orgasm of such intensity she felt her mortal flesh touching infinity...
‘Mm, that was good,’ Elsa murmured.
The words seemed far away, and then Ruth realised she was leaning heavily against her friend as Morgan reached up to snap open her wrist bands, his cock still semi-hard and gleaming with their mingled juices.
‘Time for you to attend to your duties,’ Elsa whispered, still sensuously stroking Ruth’s skin. ‘See how wet you’ve made Morgan? You must clean him up now.’
‘What shall I use?’ she asked naively.
‘Why, your tongue, of course.’
She fell to her knees and took hold of the warm penis that only moments before had been buried deep inside her. The taste and texture of their combined fluids was deliciously obscene, and the feel of his turgid flesh delightfully carnal. She felt outrageously lewd, and she loved it.
Her tongue lapped him greedily while her lips sucked him in, savouring his taste and texture as he gripped her hair and forced himself deeper into her obliging mouth. His cock was stirring into renewed action and she could feel his restraint as he fought the urge to fuck her mouth.
Then he stepped back and Elsa presented her pussy to Ruth’s eager tongue. She caught hold of the other woman, feeling her soft plump buttocks beneath her outspread fingers as she buried her nose in her springy pubic bush. Elsa’s labia was still full and distended, a sure sign of her continued arousal as her warm wetness was stroked and cleaned of her abundant juices, as well as of the sperm still trickling out of her. She moaned long and passionately as Ruth worked on her with a vengeance, probing every fissure while sneaking frequent visits to the exciting firmness of Elsa’s swollen bud.
Then Ruth’s contentment increased exponentially when she felt the touch of hands on her buttocks. Without pausing in her oral task, she lifted her hips to offer better access to her bottom. Strong fingers were teasing her anus as a cool fluid was spread around her sphincter and worked inside it. The thick firmness that followed made her gasp with trepidation and desire, and she moaned as it pushed into her, contesting her natural resistance. The hurt was blissful as her sphincter tightly gripped the hard, insistent intruder. Then she felt it burst through her ring, stretching her and filling her as she had never been filled before, and happiness overwhelmed her as she embraced her perverse submission.
Ruth was called to assist Elsa and Morgan in the shower. She took delight in soaping their gorgeous bodies, as moving around with a plug in her bottom offered a new spectrum of sensations she eagerly absorbed. Then Elsa showed her to a small bedroom under the eaves, simply furnished with bright chintz fabrics and a double bed that looked invitingly comfortable.
‘You’ve made a good start,’ Elsa said, giving her a big hug. ‘Tomorrow will be a busy day, so you need to have a good undisturbed night’s rest. Otherwise we would have you in our bed to play. But just so you don’t feel neglected, this can stay.’ She tapped the base of the butt-plug. ‘And a nice companion for it as well.’
Morgan entered the room holding a black dildo, and Ruth bit her lip as she considered its impressive dimensions. A little teasing of her labia notched up her mood, however, and she pushed willingly at the rubber head when it was presented to her threshold. It slid in, lubricated by her juices, and made her feel deliciously full again.
‘Just so they don’t slip out, you shall have a little restraint.’ Elsa produced two chiffon scarves. One she passed around Ruth’s waist, knotting it firmly, and the other she rolled into a tight sausage, fastening one end to the middle of the first. The main part was then passed between Ruth’s legs and tugged deep into her cleft. It was snug against her clitoris and pulled tight to force the dildo and the plug firmly into her before the ends were secured behind her back. Ruth then climbed carefully onto the bed and snuggled beneath the light duvet Elsa laid over her.
‘Goodnight, little pet, sleep well,’ she whispered.
The light went out and the door closed.
Starlight floated through the window, and in its soft glow Ruth dwelt on how excited it made her feel to be restrained, very conscious of the objects plugging her body.
She felt marvellous, highly aroused by her mild discomfort, an arousal that was spiced by a tinge of apprehension. She lay motionless as her mind raced, reliving the day’s events over and over until exhaustion intervened and she fell into a fitful sleep.
Chapter 4
Ruth awoke after a night of vivid dreams. She rolled onto her back, acutely conscious of the fullness in her bladder and the unrelenting tightness of the scarves. The chiffon over her crotch was drenched with her juices, and she was desperate to relieve herself. She debated whether she should go to the bathroom and whether, having reached it, she should dare to unfasten the scarves.
But before she had decided what to do, the door opened to admit a smiling Morgan. He approached the bed and gently peeled back the duvet. ‘God, the way that scarf is buried in your pussy is fantastic,’ he said emphatically. ‘It’s slicing right into you.’
Ruth spread her legs in an instinctive response to his lustful compliment.
He sucked air between his teeth and lunged at her, tearing at the knots to drag the chiffon away. He pulled the dildo out of her and knelt on the bed, positioning himself between her legs. She lifted her hips invitingly and he lowered himself as she guided him in, relishing the feel of his cock opening her up. He sank deep, and she worked him with her pelvic muscles while rubbing her clit against him as he thrust into her. His even rhythm brought her swiftly to the brink of ecstasy and held her there until the moment of his conclusion, when his erection jerked inside her as he ground against her.
Afterwards he moved up and straddled her chest so she could obediently suck him clean. ‘You have the makings of a perfect pet,’ he said breathlessly. He studied her face as he groped for her butt-plug, and extracted it with a single tug. Then he got up to leave, only pausing in the doorway to indicate the dildo and the plug he had left lying on the bed. ‘Wash them in the bathroom,’ he said, ‘they’ll be needed again soon.’
As she handled the objects, Ruth reflected on the intimacies she had permitted the relative stranger. All through her life she had taken great care to preserve her modesty. The thought of anyone viewing her sex or her bottom had been unthinkable, until now. In the last few days she had shown her pussy to Elsa, Morgan and Cooper, not to mention Lewis and a dozen anonymous lorry drivers. And when she thought about it rationally, as she did now, her brazen behaviour alarmed her, but at the time any shame she’d felt had been veiled by a profound excitement.
In the kitchen Morgan had laid out breakfast. There were only two chairs, and Ruth wondered where she would sit, or stand. At one side of the kitchen she noticed a low pine table with a plate of food sitting at one end.
‘This is your place,’ Elsa announced, indicating that low table. ‘You squat on this end of the bench facing us. We’ve decided you shouldn’t conceal your sex unless for natural reasons, such as walking. Sit there, and tuck your heels against your bottom, toes pointed, feet apart. Lower your knees as far as you can... you see, in that position both your breasts and your pussy are visible to us. Even your cute bum-hole is discernable when you lean back. Now you can eat and we can enjoy looking at you while you do
so.’
Ruth was so hungry it helped prevent her from dwelling on the extent of her exposure. She was growing accustomed to being naked in Morgan’s presence, and despite a nagging modesty, the experience of blatantly exposing herself fed her excitement.
After breakfast Elsa produced a thin cotton shift with spaghetti straps for Ruth to wear. The plain cream fabric was virtually transparent. The hem barely covered her bottom, and the bodice only seemed to enhance her nipples beneath it. She was offered no shoes.
Morgan joined them again, and Ruth was given a tour. The old house was a warren of stairs, passages and small rooms. All the furniture was antique pine, simple but appealing, and Elsa and Morgan shared the largest bedroom, which boasted a king-size bed, three wardrobes and a large antique chest.
Outside, the original farm buildings had been converted for work and storage while retaining their outward integrity. The warehouse was stacked full of pine furniture, some old, some new. One barn was empty, spotlessly clean, with straw bales lining two walls. The workshop smelled of freshly sawn wood and varnish, and various partially finished pieces stood around.
Ruth’s eyes lit on one that resembled a large rocking horse. The cylindrical body was covered in sheepskin and four stout legs splayed from the corners, but no rockers were fitted. A suspended bar did duty for stirrups, and where the head and neck should have been was an arrangement not unlike a set of handlebars.
‘Interesting, isn’t it?’ Morgan caught her eyeing the structure. ‘Tell me, what purpose do you suppose it serves?’
‘You’re making a rocking horse?’ Ruth guessed naively.
He chuckled. ‘Nearly correct. We call it a shaggy horse. See here?’ He pointed to the centre of the body where the rider would sit. Ruth peered in and saw a hollow space containing a shiny metal cup. ‘For these,’ he explained; a piece of knotted rope hung like a tail. He tugged on it and a narrow drawer slid out displaying dildos standing in a neat row like rigid soldiers. ‘The horse is one of our specialities; it sells very well. Would you care to test it?’
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