Depravicus

by Ray Gordon

  "Why the handcuffs?" she asked, raising her head and staring at him. "I thought you wanted to examine me."

  "I do," he chuckled wickedly, rummaging through the box again. "Ah, this is what I need," he smiled, taking a long chain attached to two leg clamps from the box. "This is my examination kit."

  "I don't see why you have to clamp my fucking ankles," she sighed as he secured her feet to the table legs.

  Kneeling between her parted thighs, he stroked her hairless vulval flesh and grinned. "You'll soon discover my wicked and most evil plan... Er... Worry not, my child," he murmured, planting a kiss on the soft hillocks of her cunny lips.

  "I've never heard of a doctor handcuffing a fucking patient like this."

  "I'm not a doctor, Lolita," he chuckled wickedly. "I'm a priest. And you know what priests are like."

  Grabbing the speculum from the table, he pushed the cold steel paddles between her inner lips and drove the device deep into the contracting sheath of her vaginal canal. Squeezing the levers he watched as her fleshy outer lips parted, the petals of her inner lips stretching tautly as her sex canal dilated. Squeezing the levers a little more as she began protesting, he left the speculum in place and took the vacuum pump from the box.

  "That fucking hurts," Lolita grimaced, her naked body contorting as her vaginal muscles spasmed, gripping the speculum.

  "My balls hurt," he chortled. "They need a damned good emptying. Preferably up your arse."

  "What the fuck's that?" she asked, watching as he placed a small clear-plastic cup attached to a rubber hose over the nub of her exposed clitoris.

  "I'm going to enlarge your clitty," he enlightened the girl, switching on the battery-operated pump. "Three times, four times the size," he chuckled.

  Watching her clitoris swell as the vacuum built, Will turned the control up. The pump running flat out, a loud sucking noise coming from the plastic cup, he chuckled in his wickedness as the girl let out a whimper and her naked body shook violently. The pain and pleasure mingling, she tossed her head from side to side as her preorgasmic juices spewed in torrents from the gaping entrance to her cuntal sheath and streamed over the speculum. She was going to come, Will knew as her swollen clitoris visibly pulsated. Groping beneath the speculum, he located the small brown hole to her rectal sheath and drove a finger deep into the fiery heat of her inner core.

  "Fucking hell!" she screamed as her orgasm exploded within her pulsating clitoris. Her juices flooding from her dilated vaginal entrance, splattering her inner thighs as she rode the crest of her climax, she screamed out as her clitoris swelled to an incredible size. Pistoning her anal cylinder as he held the plastic cup over the girl's inflated clitoris, Will slipped a second finger deep into the hot duct of her arse, heightening her debased pleasure. Never had he seen a girl experience an orgasm of such strength and duration, and he wondered how Lana would react to the clitoral vacuum pump. She'd probably enjoy having her nipples vacuum pumped, he mused. Two-inch, wedge-shaped nipples? Suckable, eatable...

  "Yes!" Lolita screamed as her pleasure peaked, rocking her tethered body.

  "My God!" PC Bridlington gasped, standing in the doorway.

  "Ah," Will grinned, slipping his sticky fingers out of Lolita's arse. "Er... I was just..."

  "Seducing her?" the man asked accusingly.

  "No, no, no... She was seducing me. Thank God you came along and saved me."

  "In the nick of time, I'd say."

  "I didn't seduce you, you fucking prat," Lolita cried with her usual refinement. "Jesus, I've never come so much in all my fucking life. Take the hose off my clitty before the fucking thing bursts."

  "Language, young lady," the Constable muttered disapprovingly.

  "What about it?" she asked as Will turned the pump off, the plastic cup falling away from her inflamed clitoris.

  "It's unladylike to swear."

  "Un-fucking-ladylike?"

  "Was there anything in particular you wanted, Constable?" Will grinned sheepishly as Lolita's sex juices issued from her dilated vaginal cavern and splattered over the carpet.

  "I came to ask whether you'd been up to the convent this evening."

  "No, I haven't. In fact, I've been nowhere near the convent for fifty-odd years."

  "Are you sure? Only, there's been a man wearing a cassock seen roaming the grounds."

  "Ah, that'll be the same man who's been hanging around the church down the lane. Cassock, skull cap..."

  "I went to the church down the lane and Father Kosher assured me that..."

  "You reckon he's the culprit, don't you?"

  "No, I don't."

  "Well you should. Look at the facts," Will whispered, taking the man's arm. "The mystery man wears a cassock, right?"

  "Right."

  "He wears a skull cap, right?"

  "Wrong."

  "No, no, no. You see, Constable, the reason he doesn't wear a skull cap is because he does wear one."

  "What? He doesn't wear one because he does wear one?"

  "That's right. Normally he wears a skull cap. But on his missions he doesn't wear it. The common denominator? I'll tell you what the common denominator is. It's Father Kosher."

  "Never," the man gasped.

  "Oh, yes. He has a criminal record, you know."

  "Really?"

  "He was found guilty of abusing his penis."

  "Abusing his..."

  "He tied string round it, placed his balls in a plastic bag and made them sweat, held his foreskin back with sticky tape, shaved his pubic hairs off... The list of penile and scrotal abuse is endless. It doesn't end, either."

  "I see."

  "Are you fucking well going to let me fucking go?" Lolita hissed, pulling on her bonds.

  "All in good fucking time," Will returned. "So, Constable, if I were fucking you... I mean... If I were you I'd take Father Kosher in for questioning."

  "Right, I'll do that forthwith."

  As the man hurried out of the room, Will turned to Lolita and grinned. He'd not yet got the truth out of her vaginal canal, or emptied his balls. Slipping his cassock over his head, he approached the girl with his erect penis waving from side to side, his fully-laden balls swinging. Kneeling between her splayed legs he slipped his knob into the speculum, easing his shaft into the girl's drenched pussy. This was different, he mused, withdrawing his cock and then driving into her again. A steel-lined pussy? Why not?

  "Ah, sheer bliss," he breathed, his rigid shaft gliding back and forth, massaged by the cunny-wet steel paddles. As Lolita gasped and writhed he quickened his fucking motion, rocking her tethered body to the accompaniment of the squelching sounds of sex. In dire need of a bloody good orgasm, he watching his girl-wet shaft emerge from the mouth of the speculum and drive into her shuddering body again. He watched her lower stomach rise and fall with every thrust of his glans. The girl was going to come again, he was sure as her eyes closed and her nostrils flared.

  "Yes," he breathed, his spunk shooting from his knob-eye and bathing the girl's cervix. His sperm and her juices mingling, lubricating the steel-lined shaft of her pussy, he repeatedly rocked his hips, fucking the little tart for all he was worth. The speculum holding her engorged outer lips wide apart, her inflamed clitoris visibly swelling, she cried out as the birth of her orgasm stirred deep within her contracting womb. His balls battering the speculum levers as he drove into her cunny with force, he suddenly yelped.

  "Argh!" he gasped, the levers on the speculum suddenly releasing themselves, the steel paddles painfully gripping his huge organ. Withdrawing, he leaped to his feet and staggered back. Gazing in horror at his trapped cock, the sperm dribbling from his ballooning glans, he didn't know what to do. Swearing, he tried to release the device. But pulling on the levers only made matters worse. His orgasm stifled, he lurched across the room and leaned against the bar. Grappling with the steel device, the spring-loaded paddles crushing his veined shaft, he finally managed to release his squashed penis.

  "Fuck me," he g
asped, clutching his aching organ as the sex-dripping speculum fell to the floor.

  "I thought you were fucking me," Lolita sighed. "You're fucking useless. I was just about to fucking come when..."

  "When my equipment was snared by a bloody gin trap."

  "It's your own fault. If you're going to stick steel traps up girls' cunts, then you're going to get your cock caught. Shame you didn't get it ripped off. I could have kept it in my pussy and fucked myself whenever..."

  "You think it's funny, don't you?" he hissed.

  "Yes, I do. Oh, well, I'll just have to masturbate seeing as you're no fucking use at all."

  "Right, that's it," Will murmured, grabbing a leather strap from the box of free samples.

  Lashing the girl's vulval flesh with the strap, Will chuckled as she cried out. She loved it really, he knew as her vaginal cream issued from her pre-stretched cunt hole. All girls enjoy a damned good whipping; it's a well-known fact among kinky priests. And there was no priest more perverted than Will Entercock. Again and again, the leather strap flailed the fleshy lips of her teenage pussy, thrashed the crimsoning mound of her mons as she writhed on the table.

  Rather enjoying himself as his penis recovered from the speculum crushing, his veined shaft fully stiffening, Will pondered girls. They were obviously sent by God to test man's ability to control his cock. There were plenty of wondrous sights to tempt, he reflected. Girls cycling, their skirts rising with every crank of the pedals, the triangular patches of their panties exposed. Netball was a game obviously sent down to Earth from heaven by the angels of carnal lust. Tight navy-blue knickers atop shapely thighs, the cheeks of firm bottoms escaping from beneath the knicker-elastic. Le Crosse was a game designed purely for the furtive onlooker. Hockey, tennis, squash, volleyball; they were all games designed to show off female panties.

  Park benches, Will thought as he continued to thrash Lolita. They'd obviously been strategically placed to afford the discerning gent a good view of tight panties. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that the world had been designed around cunts. Bicycles, stepladders, fairground rides, bar stools, gymnasium equipment, winding staircases, ballet, aerobics, cheerleaders, gusts of wind... Just about everything was designed to give man a good view of female panties.

  Yes, the world was designed around females. There wasn't one thing God had forgotten. He hadn't even neglected the sexual wants and needs of women. Cucumbers, carrots, fingers, tongues, fists, cocks, lumps of wood, church candles. What had God given man to satisfy the needs of his cock? Apart from a fanny, a bum and a mouth, there was nowhere to stick the bloody thing. Toilet roll tubes, pumpkins with holes gouged in them, rolled up knickers, slightly heated liver in breadcrumbs... Maybe there were a few places to shove it, but in comparison with the natural and not-so-natural phalluses designed for women...

  "Jesus fucking Christ," Lolita gasped as her thrashing-induced orgasm erupted and rocked the very core of her eminently fuckable, lickable, eatable and spunkable body. "Oh, I'm fucking there!" Again and again Will lashed the girl's most intimate place, watching gleefully as her cunt-milk gushed from her vagina and wet the carpet.

  Dropping the leather strap to the floor he climbed onto the table with his knees either side of Lolita's head, his balls brushing against her lips. This would be real torture, he knew as he lowered his naked body, forcing his ball-bag against her pursed lips.

  "Suck my bollocks," he said in his usual decadent way.

  "Suck your own bollocks," she replied through a mouthful of scrotum.

  "I would if I could reach."

  "Go and shove them in the microwave."

  "I'll shove my bollocks up your arse in a minute," he returned, forcing his sac and its contents into her gasping mouth.

  His shaft rising above her pretty face as she sucked his rolling balls, he decided to shoot his spunk all over her black hair. Wanking as she licked and nibbled his balls, his purple helmet appearing and disappearing as he moved his foreskin back and forth, he began gasping in his rising lechery. His knob swelling, he let out a long low moan of pleasure as his sperm shot from his slit and rained over the girl's flushed face. The white liquid shooting from his penile crown in long thin strands, splattering her hair, he wanked his swollen cock faster.

  "Ah, bliss," he breathed, his draining balls sucked deep into Lolita's mouth as his sperm continued to rain over her pretty face.

  "I'm home," a voice called from the hall.

  "Fuck me," Will breathed, ripping his bollocks out of Lolita's gobbling mouth and leaping off the table. "Josie's back."

  "I was enjoying that," Lolita sighed, rivers of spunk coursing over her temples.

  "Jesus," Will whispered. "How am I going to explain...?" Hearing footsteps on the stairs he reckoned he had a couple of minutes to release the girl and throw her into the shed before Josie came down.

  "It's probably Lana," the tethered girl said as Will tried to release the handcuffs.

  "It sounded like Josie," Will returned. "Fuck me, I can't get the fucking things off. Some fucking free samples these are. Once they're on they won't fucking come off."

  "I'd like to come off again," she grinned.

  "This is serious, Lolita. If Josie comes in here and finds you... Fuck me; I'll have to find a hacksaw."

  Dashing through the French doors into the garden, Will made for the pile of tools he'd slung out of the shed and began groping around in the dark. The air blue with his expletives as he stubbed his toe, his spunk-dripping cock swinging from side to side, he realized he'd better slip his cassock on before Josie made her untimely entrance. This was a bloody nightmare, he thought, wondering what the hell to say to Josie. Thinking that he might pretend to have just come home from a church meeting, he rubbed his chin. That was it, he decided, composing himself as he heard female voices emanating from the bar.

  "The meeting went very well," he said, walking through the French doors. "The grass verges are... Lana," he gasped. "So it was you."

  "What was me?" she smiled. "Why have you been in the garden, in the dark, with no clothes on?" she frowned, eyeing his limp cock snaking over his saliva-wet balls.

  "Er... I was checking for badgers. They come out at night and eat the plants."

  "I wish someone would fucking well release me," Lolita sighed. "I'm desperate for a piss."

  "I can't release the cuffs," Will said, turning to Lana. "I need a hacksaw."

  "I'm really desperate for a piss."

  "Shall I get a bowl?" Lana asked, focusing on the girl's yawning vaginal crack, her expression depicting an inner yearning to watch the golden liquid spurting.

  "I'm not pissing in a fucking bowl."

  "Oh, go on," Lana said huskily, her eyes widening.

  "She'll be pissing all over my fucking carpet unless I can find a fucking hack fucking saw," Will mumbled. "Fuck me, why's everything so fucking difficult? I mean, I can't even have an evening of filthy sex without major fucking disastrous fucking problems. Fuck, fuck and fucking fuck."

  "Yes please," Lana grinned.

  "Fuck me, this is fucking serious."

  "You do swear a lot for a priest," Lana said.

  "I'll fucking swear in a fucking minute. All I need now is for Josie is come marching in. Right, I need a fucking hacksaw."

  Back in the garden Will was sure he'd seen a hacksaw when he'd cleared out the shed. Thinking that some cunt had nicked it, he looked up to the night sky at the stars. Why was life so difficult? Josie might come home at any minute, there was a girl handcuffed to the table and she was desperate for a piss. Shaking his head he walked back to the bar. Lana was on the floor at Lolita's feet holding a bowl between the girl's thighs. Sitting at the bar, Will was past caring about Josie. Whether a girl was handcuffed to the table or not, she'd go mental.

  "You taste nice," Lana murmured, discarding the bowl and licking Lolita's pussy. Watching, Will decided to relax and enjoy himself. Peeling Lolita's fleshy pussy lips wide apart, Lana sucked her clitoris in
to her mouth and moaned through her nose. The girls really were little beauties, Will thought, his cock stiffening, his balls heaving again. He was a priest, he reflected happily, wondering what Josie would think as he toyed with his erect penis. If he could deal with the Mother Inferior once and for all, he mused. And PC Bridlington and old man Kosher and...

  "Suck my juices," Lolita breathed, her eyes closed as she rolled her head from side to side. Locking her lips to the pink flesh surrounding the girl's vaginal entrance, Lana sucked hard. Will decided to arse-fuck Lana once she'd finished drinking from the slut's cunt. This was the life, he chuckled inwardly, moving behind the bar and pouring a pint of lager. A lesbian show, plenty to drink, and the prospect of Josie returning. Unable to get the thought out of his head, he rummaged through the box of free samples to try to take his mind off the girl.

  Pulling out a strange metal device, he examined it. A steel ring with a small motor attached and a wire leading to a plastic box, he reckoned it was a penis vibrator. Slipping the ring over his purple glans, he flicked the switch on the box. The small motor whirring, the ring buzzing, he gasped as the incredible sensations permeated his twitching cock. This was incredible, he thought, turning the control down, the vibrations gently stimulating his swollen glans. Staggering across the room, his cock twitching, he stood by the girls to get a better view of the lesbian cunny tonguing.

  "You'll enjoy this," Lana breathed, driving three fingers deep into Lolita's vaginal cavern. Pushing and twisting, she managed to force half her fist into the girl's sex hole. Writhing on the table as her cunny suddenly swallowed Lana's fist, Lolita cried out in her sexual euphoria. This was lessie sex at its best, Will mused, turning the control up, his cock twitching wildly as the vibrations permeated his throbbing knob. His penile shaft swelling, his legs sagging, he knew that he was about to come.

  "Yes," he breathed, his cock jolting with every spurt of his spunk. His orgasmic fluid liquid splattering Lana's hair, raining over Lolita's naked body, Will swayed on his trembling legs as the small vibrator sustained his massive orgasm. Again and again his sperm shot from his vibrating knob in long strands. Looking up, Lana opened her mouth wide, catching the flying spunk on her tongue as she fisted Lolita's inflamed vaginal cave. Moving forward, Will thrust his cockhead into Lana's mouth, gasping as she drank from his vibrating glans.