by Nicola Diaz
The guards on either side of me undo my hands, and I am brought to my knees. Prince Duncan puts his hands in my hair. Then he pulls my face and settles it directly against his penis. I feel its outline against my cheek, even though it is still soft. It is thick, and it is long, and I almost want him to whip it out so that I can see it. I don’t have to wait long either, and soon he is rubbing the tip of his dick against my lips. Still unsure of what he expects me to do I notice the audience move closer, with their dicks in hand, scrambling for the best view of what is about to happen.
“No teeth bitch, now suck…”Duncan says to me, as he shoves his dick between my lips and into my mouth.
The meat in my mouth hardens quickly, and I am surprised at how much longer it gets. I look to the tallest guard, standing next to the prince now, and I cannot help but compare these two men, gauging their meat against one another’s. The prince is just an inch or so shy of this goliath’s tool, and I know that it is going to be a long day, or night. I don’t know what time of day it is, and only when food is brought into the chamber do I realize that a significant time has passed. As I suck on the prince, I notice that some of the men’s erections are firmer, more solid, the veins on them literally popping out of their sides now.
The prince thrusts deep into my mouth, and he thrusts hard. With each inward thrust he hits the back of my mouth and I feel like I might throw up again. Then, just in time, he pulls it out, and I choke on my own breath. Then he is inside my throat again, and this time I do throw up a little. I think that I might really coat his dick with the contents of my stomach now, but he is pulling out of my mouth just in time. He fucks my mouth slowly for the longest time, and the men who are not eating are watching this spectacle, pulling on their meat slowly, so as not to rush their orgasm.
His cock is pulled out of my mouth completely as he starts to rain cum out of its tip, and he coats my face with his seed. A couple of other men close by are also to close to cumming to hold back now, so that come in, take aim, and shoot their loads directly onto my face. I try to turn this way, and am met with semen. When I turn away from this spray, I am shot with another load. I think that I might drown for all the semen that is coating my face now, knowing of course that this isn’t possible.
Then a guard comes up to me, and moves the semen from my eyes, and my cheeks, and starts to feed me this hot, thick lava. I take it into my tongue although I don’t really want to, knowing that if I do not swallow this cocktail, it will be force-fed to me. When the guard is done feeding me, he sticks three of his fingers into my mouth and stirs around the remainder of this mixture. I swallow the remainder of it, and then I try to look away from this audience. The room fills with the odor of meat and ale now, and this, coupled with the taste of semen in my mouth makes me feel like I might throw up again. Finally my stomach gives and I really throw everything from my stomach onto the floor in front of me.
Another guard comes up to me and pulls my hair back so that once again I am looking up. He rains down the contents of another pitcher into my mouth, and then shakes my head around. Then another guard pours another pitcher in my mouth, and I swallow the bulk of it. Another pitcher is poured into my mouth, and I use this to rinse my mouth before I spit it out, spraying the bulk of it on the dicks closest to me. They reward me for this insolence by shoving their dicks into my mouth, sometimes two at a time, resurrecting their erections.
Then I am lifted back to my feet, and my hands are bound again. Prince Duncan comes up in front of my and slaps me across the face three times. I don’t even feel it though, having had my fair share of slaps already. He takes my nipples between his fingers and pinches hard. For a moment I think I can take it, but then he is pinching so hard that I cannot help but scream. The laughter takes on a sinister sound now, and I notice that some of the men are cumming, against their will, having pulled on their dicks too hard, and too fast. They almost look disappointed, as though they wanted to plant this seed somewhere else.
Duncan comes up to me, and he parts my legs with his dick, splitting me right up into my belly with his erection. I look down at my pussy, and notice that he has inserted his dick into me quite quickly. I don’t have time to process this invasion, but when I do, the prince is holding my face, pointing my eyes towards his, holding my face firmly in place, so that he can see my responses to his dick. It is deep, too deep, and he doesn’t care. He drives his cock into me so hard that I feel a tear roll down the side of my face. He likes this, the smile on his face letting me know as much. Harder and harder, he thrusts all of himself into me, and I literally hear my cunt tearing. I have to take it, all of it, and for a moment I wish I was dead.
But suddenly the pain gives way to a feeling that I haven’t had in the longest time now, not since the tall guard invaded me with his fingers. I start to gasp, and pant and the prince thrust deeper still, ending each upward thrust with a twist, something that only one other man has ever done to me before. He rams his rod into me with such determination now though, that I know that he is going to cum at any moment. I know too that he could probably go on forever, but he can see that the other men around us are becoming restless. A moment later he is filling my pussy with a second load, and then, after leaving his meat inside me for a moment longer, he leans down and whispers in my ear.
I hear every word, every syllable. “You have not seen nothing yet to little traitor. Pretty soon, you are going to wish you were dead!” He drives his cock into me harder a few more times and then he pulls he cock out of me. Before my cunt has time to recover, the tallest guard is standing in front of me. I had wanted him before, but not now, not yet. I wish again that I would just pass out, but I don’t. I am fully aware of his dick as it makes its entrance into me, and I am fully aware when he reaches the back of my cunt, and pushes through this wall too. Again I feel like he is going to come out of my belly, but he is also holding my face in position so that my eyes meet his. I close them, and he slaps me, wanting me to look at him, to know that it is him inside of me, that it is him who is absolutely destroying my pussy.
My mind drifts at will to a time where I was made love to. I look in his eyes, yes, but I am no longer here. I am in the king’s bed, and I am enjoying every minute of this dick moving with verve inside me. Fortunately my imagination is pretty good, and before long I am in the king’s chamber, doing things to him that most men do not let you cross. The king though, is so comfortable with his sexuality, that he gives the woman in his bed all, or at least most of the power.
Chapter 4
I remember the last time I was with the king, and he let me bind him to his bed. His dick was rock hard, and obviously longing for the inside of me. I stand over him, naked, with a whip in my hand. I let the whip fall against his chest, and as I lift it up off of him, I see the red lashes left by the three strands. Then I let the whip fall across his chest again, and this leaves another three red lines across his belly. Over and over, I bring the whip down on him, and finally, he lets out a deep, guttural scream, and I bring the whip down on him once more, for good measure.
Then I go down on him with my mouth, and take his erection into my mouth. I work my mouth down his shaft, and then work back up towards his head. My tongue settles into the eye, and moves back and forward inside it. Then my tongue moves around his head, and again, slowly, my mouth swallows his dick again. I use my lips and my tongue on his cock, and then use my teeth on him. He winces, and then tries to move out from underneath me. But I am very good with knots, and his majesty isn’t going anywhere. When I work my teeth onto his balls, biting into them, he screams again. A sense of power overcomes me, and I really go to work on him.
Again I work my mouth down his shaft, and he thrusts harder up into me, and I take it. I bring him to an orgasm and I swallow his load. Then I work my mouth back on his balls and bite into them again. I stand up over him, and bring the whip down on his legs. Then I bring it down across his chest a few times, and then ease my pussy over his erection. I ride the shit out of
the most powerful man in the land, and as I have an incredible orgasm, the king too, and once more I bring the whip down on his chest hard. He screams out, both because of this last lash and because of the organs he has just had. I am completely satisfied with my performance.
I am brought back into the moment, meeting the cold stare of the guard that is fucking my pussy again. He is grunting, and I know that he is close. I don’t know if I have had an orgasm or not, but my thighs are dripping with fluid. I am not sure if this is cum, or blood, or sweat, but somehow I think it is a combination of all three. He thrusts a little more into me, and then he literally lifts me off the floor with nothing but his cock. As the sensation of the earth beneath my feet returns, I hate that I am still held up by the restraints. Then he pulls his cock from me and hits the outside of my cunt with the remainder of his erection.
One by one these men come up to me, and they fuck me hard. Each of them fucks me differently, and so each and every session feels like the first time. Some of them have thick dicks, and some of them have long ones. Some of the dicks are both long and thick, and I really start to feel like I might faint. I am hungry, I know this. I also don’t expect to be fed, not any time soon. Then one of them walks up behind me and places his cock between my butt-cheeks. The prince comes up to him quickly though, and pushes him out of the way. He obviously wants my ass first.
He shoves his dick inside me quickly without preparing me at all. The burning sensation doesn’t pass at all, and he is thrusting into me hard. He holds my hips and tries to pull my ass towards me, but it doesn’t give. The restraints are just too tight, and so he has to come up to me, closer, and shoving his dick deeper inside me. I cannot breathe, so I cannot scream. He fucks me for the time it takes for seven men to fuck my pussy. Then he pulls his cock from my ass after coating the inside of me with his seed. Now he gives them all permission to have their way with me.
The guards fill both my holes for the longest time. In fact, I don’t think a minute passes that I am not stuffed with cock. Eventually I pass out, but I am brought back quickly with smelling salts. Then again I am filled, from the front and the back. I wish that I was loosed slightly from these fucking ropes, so that I can move around a little. This is not possible though, and even though my knees give way, I am still standing up straight. My cunt gives way finally, and no matter how hard they fuck me now, no matter how deep they go, there is not a chance in hell that I am going to have another orgasm.
When the guards have had their fill, really had their fill, for the moment, they step back and watch the seed escaping my asshole and my pussy. I wet myself, three times I think, but I have lost count. A few maidens are brought into the room, and they get to work with a bucket and water, cleaning me out. I am not even sure what is happening, if I am loosed from the restraints or not, or when this happens, but before long, I am back on my feet, the taste of cock in my mouth, and the prince shoving a new erection inside me.
Chapter 5
“You’re very clever…” he says, almost whispering in my ear. I am not sure if he wants the others to hear him or not, or if, perhaps, Duncan is just so angry at the game I’ve played that it is difficult for him to speak up.
I know the prince, and I know him well. Having worked in the king’s house as long as I have, it has been my duty to get to know him. Even when we made love before though, it has not been like this, and I am glad that I managed to put together this rouse with the measure of success that I’ve managed. He knows that I’m on to him now; he knows what I have done. And I expect that he will make me pay for this, dearly.
Looking at him in his eyes, I can see the wheels turning in his mind. He is probably thinking up more creative ways to make me suffer. Although, he has probably also noticed how much I have enjoyed this torture, and that what started out as an investigation, has turned into the most remarkable sexual education I could ever have expected. I wonder what else he has in store for me, pulling on the restraints slightly, trying to adjust myself in the tract, but not really able to move much.
My legs have started to give way though, and if it wasn’t for the ropes holding me up, I would collapse to the ground. My pussy is quivering now too, still not recovered fully from the last session of absolute fucking and cunt manipulation. I cannot escape this though, and there is nothing I can do to even try and get away. The excitement of what lies ahead though starts to creep into my belly, and my pussy starts to beat like a raging drum, the intense rhythm filling me completely, and settling over my breasts and beating up my neck.
Prince Duncan looks around at the audience, some familiar faces having returned to this torture chamber. The guards holding these maidens faces so that they face the contraption that I have been stuck in for too many days now, look strangely familiar too. It is the maidens though that I am worried about, never wanting them to be involved at all in my plan. This was an adventure to me, but I am not sure how much they are enjoying the tongues on their faces and the fingers in their cunts. These guards are savages, and I know that as soon as the prince finishes his show, as soon as he is done making an example of me, they will probably be shared amongst the many guards, something I am not sure their pussies will survive.
The prince bends down in front of me, a mock bow, and then he undoes my restraints around my ankles. This is more effort than I would have expected from him, since he has always got the guards to position me and maneuver me until I was I the perfect position for him. He seems determined to do everything himself though, so that I know that I am definitely in for a fucking intense session. Although, what he can do me now, that he has not already done, I do not know. This not knowing fills me with a slight fear, and an incredible excitement.
He turns me so that my ass is facing the audience now, and I am nervous, hoping that he will not do what I think he will. Duncan shoves a finger up my ass so swiftly though that I know that he is about to punish my ass. I was hoping that he would focus on my cunt, because it always takes me a little bit of time to adjust to invasions in my rear end. Fuck, he is shoving a second finger into my ass, and then a third, laughing each time I scream. I can’t help screaming either, my asshole too tight for these thick digits, moving so aggressively inside me now that I think I might throw up.
When he adds a fourth finger I cannot scream. I can hardly breathe so screaming is impossible. He spits on my asshole, stretching it more than it has ever been stretched before. I gasp, loudly, and then I try to scream, hoping that sound will distract me from this intrusion. It doesn’t work though, and then he inserts his entire fist into my asshole, settling it inside my rectum, I almost pass out. The sound of his laughter starts to ring in my ears now though, almost like he was laughing under water. I can focus on nothing but the absoluteness of this invasion.
He rips his fist out of me quickly, and again I am gasping. The laughter builds in the room, and I am temporarily brought back into the moment. My pussy aches to be touched now, and I wish that he could show it even a little bit of attention. He doesn’t though, inserting is fist into me again, very quickly, one finger at a time, lodging his fist deeper inside me. I look down, thinking that it could at any moment come out of my stomach. It doesn’t though, and as quickly as it went in, it is yanked out of me again.
He calls another guard over to where we are, and this man has thicker fingers, and a much larger hand. I know this because he waves it in my face before he goes behind me, and repeats, with his bigger, thicker, more intrusive hand, what the prince just managed with some difficulty with his smaller one. I cannot think now, not even about the longing deep in my cunt. My clit is beating now though, really beating, so that I wish that I can reach and touch myself, just to offer myself much needed relief. Then he pulls his hand free from my asshole, and my hole snaps shut quickly.
There is a weapons bag nearby; I catch it from the corner of my eye. The prince brings it to me, in front of me, and raises the leather flap. It reveals an assortment of tools, all of them ranging in size from accept
able to oh my fucking god, and I know exactly what they intend to do with them. With no hope of escape, I settle into this punishment, knowing that it will take everything in me, all my strength, to handle this attention. My only consolation is that I know that a few of them will want to taste my pussy after this is over, and the prince is satisfied that he has made a perfect example of me…
THE END
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Capture Me!
A BDSM Dark Fantasy Story
The following events are all fictional between consenting adults and take place within Sophia’s vivid imagination…….
Chapter 1
‘Sophia just breathe’, I tell myself. This is not meant to be happening, not yet anyway. And this is rather elaborate. I never expected that they would arrange a bank job just to kidnap me. I cannot think of the details of the contract, remembering only the date that was set, and the sexual dos and don’ts of it that were clearly outlined. This is two days too early though, and so I start to think that this could be a real robbery. If so though, why would they be interrogating me alone in my office.
My job as local branch bank manager has really kept me busy. That is why I signed up for the kidnapping gig. The thought of being sexually tortured by strangers and being paid a small fortune for it has been all I can think of for the last couple of weeks. My cunt moistens at the thought. These bank robbers are also easy on the eye, and the fact that they are not wearing masks makes me think that this is all a part of this elaborate setup. It could also mean that they are not worried about being caught, or that they will kill me after they have the access codes that they are demanding
