Knotted Pleasure

by Powerone

  Bill never had a woman in the ass, his wife refusing him, but Kiley would have no objections. She was his to do with as he pleased and he intended to sodomize the beautiful girl. Bound as she was, it would be easy and delightful for Bill. All he had to do was stand between her legs and he could enter her ass. If he wanted to go real deep, he could lie on top of her and pump her until he was ready to spill his cum into her guts. He began to go to work on her.

  She felt one hand pull her ass cheeks apart and then felt something cold poured on her anus. She knew instantly that she would be sodomized, remembering how it felt when Michael took her there. He was big and it was uncomfortable taking something that thick and long in such a hole, but there was nothing she could do to stop Bill.

  Her ass hole was so tiny, but he intended to get his money's worth.

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  He kept her cheeks apart as he began to rub her anus with his oiled finger. He slapped her ass when she tried to clench her cheeks, Kiley forced to relax them, his finger going back to work. With his other hand he went between her wide spread legs and began to rub her slit.

  He was gentle, two fingers sliding up and down, not surprised to find her wet and hot.

  It was so strange to be tied naked on her belly, her limbs tied and spread as a man masturbated him. She should be revolting, instead she began to immerse herself into the feelings. The finger on her anus began to press harder, feeling the spasms of her muscles, but the slick oil made her resistance useless. In seconds the tip of his finger slid inside her, moving from side to side to push aside her muscles clenching until he was firmly embedded in her rectum. The feelings came back to her. Huuhh, Haaaah," she began to breathe heavier as the fingers continued the gentle masturbation. A finger entered her pussy, but other ones ran up and down her slit, pushing aside her lips to gather up the abundant juices that flowed so freely. "HHHAAA!"

  Kiley unable to catch her breath, the finger in her ass hole fully embedded, but it never stopped moving, the thick knuckles rubbing her as it plunged in and out, her anal ring stretched tightly around it.

  Her ass and pussy was gripping his cock so nice and tight. He could hear her rapid breathing, Bill enjoying masturbating her, Kiley unable to control her own body. He sank his fingers deep inside her, bending them, making her feel them but all she did was cry out louder, not pain, but pleasure. He would make her cum, then he would have his way with her ass when she was open and relaxed. He didn't want to kill her with his cock, but she would have to take it all and take it hard.

  It was coming, Kiley unable to control it. The fingers were driving her crazy with lust, even though she knew what was next. She couldn't even keep her body still, no matter how much she was bound.

  Her ass began to hump up and down, not very far before the straps restrained her, but the added tightness on her limbs only increased her arousal. He was working over her clit now, teasing and rubbing it.

  Two fingers were in her ass now, but she accepted them, almost 80

  welcomed them, feeling how they stretched her, forced her to take them. "HHAAHH! AAAHHAAA!"

  She couldn't stay still, her insides sucking him in deeper. Hank rubbed her faster and harder, plunging his fingers into her bowels and pulling them apart, but it only drove her lust. He felt it then she cried out.

  "AAAAAHHHHHH!" She came, clenching on the two fingers as though they were cocks and she was being forced to ring the cum out of their balls. She gripped them so tight that they could barely pull out, Kiley milking them as the orgasm spread through her body. It lasted forever, shooting through every pore in her body until she was spent. How could they make me cum like this? Should I be paying them instead of them paying me?

  Her orgasm was barely over when she felt it. The fingers pulled from her body, but she felt something else. It was larger and hot, the head of a cock centered on her anus. It had barely had time to collapse down when a new intruder was seeking entrance. She groaned when her anal ring was forced open. In spite of two fingers opening her up, the cock head was much bigger. It stretched her, the smooth head of his cock lubricated, her muscles until to stop it. Her ring began to burn but Hank refused to relent. "EEEEHH!" The head of his cock suddenly slipped into her bowels, her muscles gripping it beneath the domed head to trap it. Her insides felt stretched around it, but she knew she would soon be forced to loosen up to take it all.

  It was nothing of this world. His cock felt like it was trapped in a tight, hot blast furnace. He could barely move it, but her muscles danced over the trapped head like thousands of tiny fingers. He never felt so much pleasure. He waited for a moment, then his eagerness got the best of him. He began to push his cock in her ass, looking down as the tight little hole began to swallow up his cock. He pushed in about a half an inch until her muscles refused him entry any farther.

  He back out just a bit, then back in, this time going deeper until he was stopped. He knew he just had to open her up. Once he was fully seated in her, then he could begin to ass fuck her with the full measure of his cock.

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  She felt the delicious pain of his penetration. It opened up such thoughts of when Michael had taken her virgin ass hole. He began to fuck her, inch after inch he fed her his cock. Inch after inch it stretched her and she took it with barely a whimper. It cramped her stomach when it banged in too hard against the soft walls, but he would back out and thrust back in again, this time more careful, this time smoother. It took a couple of minutes until his balls banged against her, feeling his cock jerking enthusiastically in her guts. She could feel the fullness of having her guts stuffed with the rock hard cock, but it was the perverse excitement of submitting to such a degrading act that made it bearable. Hank wasted no time in beginning to sodomize her. She felt her anal ring stretching over the shaft, feeling the thick veins stretching the ring, but it was the thick head that sucked out her guts with each withdrawal, only to push them back inside her until her stomach cramped around his cock.

  Hank couldn't contain himself, lasting only a few minutes before he would come. He was rubbing her pussy, but she had already begun to milk his cock with her ass muscles. He was plunging in as hard and deep as he could, finally climbing on her back so he could shove every inch of cock into her ass. She took it, even when his weight crushed her.

  It shot out and filled her intestines with his hot cum. It was so shameful and disgusting, yet her body was already seeking out another orgasm. She would love if they both took her at once, front and back and make her cum while they blasted her insides with gallons of hot cum. Hank might be old, but his sperm was plentiful, filling her guts, his cock sliding easily as he lubricated her ass hole with his cum. He almost passed out on top of her, unable to get off of her even after his cock had begun to shrink. She used all her muscles to finally squirt him out. Only then did he get off of her back. She saw him start to walk away when she said it. "Don't put it in my mouth and make me clean it off" She saw him turn around and by time he was in front of her, her mouth was open and waiting for his soiled cock.

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  Kiley had to eat was gallons of protein rich cum that filled her stomach. Hank and Bill were creative, taking her in every imaginable way that they had read about. Her mouth was used to clean their cocks or to bring them back to life. They took her both at once, Kiley getting her way, one in her ass, the other in her pussy, all of them including herself cumming at once.

  In between their orgasms, they bound and spread her, taking delight in torturing her in the most intimate places. But they also found the time to make her cum, even at times that Kiley couldn't fathom why she would perform that way. For men their age, they must have each cum eight or nine time, Kiley came a dozen times. That was almost every other hour for a full day. She could barely walk when they let her go. She didn't get out of bed for a day afterwards, but that didn't mean she didn't masturbate in bed. She did, too many times, but she couldn't put it all out of her head. She
knew that she wouldn't last six months this time before she sought out Cynthia for new men to have their pleasure with her.

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  It was three years after graduating from law school that she met him. She had gone to work in a small law office that worked on environmental cases, the type of cases that were drawn out for years by powerful corporations that could throw money out for their defense, but she loved the challenge. Once out of college, she was no longer that young girl, in spite of her age. All they had to do was talk to her to know that she was far more experienced and intelligent then her age let on. It wasn't out of place for her to be with an older man, most of them that weren't married dated younger girl's, the married ones that were looking for a mistress were not interesting to Kiley. They were married a year after they met. Before they were married, their first sexual encounter together was the test. Kiley didn't want a plain vanilla sex life, but it would be up to him to bring it up.

  He didn't disappoint her, their first sexual tryst on par with anything that Cynthia arranged.

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  Chapter 1

  Airport Capture

  Sandra was the last one off the airplane. She had enjoyed the trip, going to Brazil with twenty-four other girls for two weeks, but she was kind of a loner, though she hated to admit it to herself. They had all graduated last month from college, but Sandra was older than all of them, twenty-four, the majority of them were twenty-one or twenty-two. It wasn't that much of an age difference, it was more that they were supported by their parents and Sandra fought hard to finish college in six years, money her biggest delay. She wasn't smart enough to get the big scholarships, having to make do with grants, loans and part-time jobs to support herself.

  She would be glad to get home, but mechanical problems forced them to land in Panama. They didn't know how long it would last, so they had to get off the plane, which required going through customs.

  As she walked off the plane into the sweltering heat, she noticed the unusual activity. There were helicopters flying low and nosily over the airport, some of them Panamanian, but also a scattering of United States Army helicopters. She walked into the terminal to see all of the girls huddled in a circle, worried looks on their faces. She heard the television booming the news in broken English.

  "General Noriega has been arrested by United States military forces and charged with drug trafficking following the impasse that had been going on for six months since his illegal election made him president.

  The United States had protested the move and using the authority of the protection of the Panama Canal as its justification, took over the country with little opposition from the military or the civilian population. Towns and cities are in chaos, no one able to determine who is in charge. The Panama airport has been shut down in the last five minutes, packed with many Panamanians trying to flee the chaos."

  "What are we going to do?" Sandra was scared. They were in a strange country, and being an American was not a good thing to be when Americans were invading the same country. She looked around, 84

  and there were no American soldiers, but there were plenty of Panamanian soldiers, all of them holding guns at their sides. They didn't look like they were ready to surrender.

  "We'll go through customs first and then see how long before we can leave. We don't have much choice now that we are off the plane."

  The chaperone tried to sound like she was in control, but she was just as scared as they were. "Stay together, that's our best chance," she warned the others. She saw the sign to customs. "This way; stay together."

  They walked to customs, the lines already long in spite of the airport closing, but there were over twenty lines to clear people, so Sandra hoped it would be quick. They were promptly ushered into the lines, but the soldier with the machine gun in his hand pushed them each into different lines, the girls spread out, Sandra remembering the warning to stay together. She tried to move to one of the other lines that had one of her group in it, but the menacing guard pushed her back with an evil-sounding warning in Spanish that she didn't understand.

  Captain Miguel scanned the lines after they told him a group of American college girls had landed and were going through customs.

  The military and government were not happy with the American's so maybe this was the time for payback. He gathered his men. "One of these girls has to be stupid enough to be carrying some drugs, probably just a little marijuana." He looked at all the girls in line until he found what he was looking for. She looked a little meek and shy, but she was attractive, black hair, tight jeans that clung to her ass, nice long legs and a pullover that left lots of bare belly to his eyes, firm tits covered by the tightly fitting garment. "That one. The first man to find drugs and put it in her purse when you bring her to me gets a night in our jail with any of the female prisoners. I am told it is full of sympathizers that would be glad to trade favors for freedom.

  It didn't take the men long to find what they were looking for, the youngest girl in the group had it, but when her purse was behind the counter, he took it out, handing the purse back to the surprised girl.

  She didn't know how lucky she was. He took the bag and with 85

  another guard went to the line where the girl was just going up to the counter. They stood behind it as she handed it to the guard checking passports. The bag was already on the counter when the purse was laid next to it, none the wiser when it suddenly found its way inside.

  The guard nodded to the others.

  "Will you step this way?" He looked at her passport for her name.

  "Sandra."

  "Is something the matter?" She tried to turn to find someone in the other group, but they were all too engrossed in getting through customs in a hostile country.

  "Nothing, his computer is broken, so you will have to go to the next line. I will take your purse to make sure nothing happens to it. Step this way."

  She felt little relief when two guards accompanied her, more worried as they passed through a door to a long hallway. They were leaving the main terminal. "Where are we going?" Her voice trembled.

  "Into the elevator." He nudged the reluctant girl with the muzzle of his gun, seeing her body jump when it pushed into her side.

  The elevator creaked noisily as it went down. She wasn't sure, but it had to be at least two floors before it opened. The hallway was cold, had concrete walls and tile floors. There was a door at the end of it, a light shining beneath it.

  "Sit here, and we will be with you in a moment." They pushed her down onto a hard, wooden bench near the door. Before she knew what was happening, a handcuff was attached to one of her wrists, the other end attached to the bench. They left her, but she had no chance of escaping, even if she knew where or how to escape. Her body was trembling now, and it wasn't just the cold hallway. Something was not right. The men disappeared into the room, but she couldn't see anything as the door closed quickly. It was only five minutes before they came out, her purse missing from their hands. She felt relief when they took off the handcuff from the bench, but they left the one handcuff dangling noisily from her wrist as if it were a piece of jewelry instead of a device of restraint.

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  Miguel looked at her as she came in, his cock already hard in expectation but rising more when he saw her body moving so sensuously. "Bring her over here," he motioned his men.

  They stood her in front of the desk. She didn't have a chance to look around the room, her focus too much on the officer behind the desk. He had wavy black hair, a handsome face, though a little rough.

  His arms were big as well as his chest. Then she spotted her purse, the contents dumped on the desk near him. There was something else.

  In her pile of belongings was a clear plastic bag of marijuana, no mistaking the contents. It wasn't hers, but she felt the danger of the situation now. Are they trying to frame me?

  "Stand up straight, hands at your side!" He barked the orders, seeing the girl jump to attention within seconds. Her back st
raight, her breasts pushed out, her arms clung to her side, but her hands were clenched in fists. She did a good job obeying.

  She felt so self-conscious, his eyes scanning her body from head to toe. He was looking at her like a piece of ripe fruit. Suddenly, she found herself confronted with the possibility that she could be raped.

  She knew she had to be careful, this wasn't the United States. She didn't say a word.

  "Turn around." She started to move. "Slowly." She turned sideways until he could see her firm breasts thrust out. With her back to him, her firm, pert ass was highlighted in the tight jeans. He liked a nice, tight ass. She obeyed to perfection, slowly turning until she was facing him again, but now, he saw her face flushed in shame.

  "You may leave us alone now," he ordered his men. They left the room.

  "You have been charged with drug possession. Just like our president. It seems so fitting that you both come before justice on the same day." Captain Miguel explained to her patiently.

  "I want to contact my embassy," her voice more pleading than demanding.

  "Your embassy has been closed in protest by your government, though with your invasion, I expect it to open next week."

  "Can I contact someone in my group?" She was getting desperate, 87

  wanting to tell someone where she was. She hoped they were looking for her by now.

  Miguel got up and switched on the news channel.

  "The airport has reopened to let the few planes still on the ground to take off. I am told that this charter of twenty-five American college girls has been allowed to leave by the Panamanian government in a show of cooperation. The airport is now closed once again, the terminals cleared of everyone. It will not reopen until the conflict is resolved. The terminal officials fear for the safety of anyone at the terminal, because the Americans will probably seize it first. We will stay on the air as long as possible, but we never know when the Americans will cut off our power."