by Dan Bruce
Emily blinked back more tears and groaned. She couldn’t do it. Her throat simply couldn’t make the action. Another hand smack on her ass, this time with the big man’s strong right hand, helped things along. The blinding pain ricocheted along her spine and caused her to gulp and swallow some of the salty viscous fluid that she held in her mouth. Wincing in disgust, Emily battled and forced the rest down.
Her Nemesis then put his cock back in Emily’s mouth and ordered her to suck every last drop of his cum out. He pumped with his cock a few more times then he finally pulled it out. He held it in front of Emily, another globule of spunk oozed from the eye.
“Now kiss it!” he ordered. “Show me how much you loved swallowing my cum then thank your Master for giving you such a treat.”
What could Emily do? She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and leaned forwards, pressing her lips to the man’s softening dick. She let her tongue slip from between her lips, caressing the penile flesh with licks and kisses. The tears came harder now, and her vision was blurred but she worshiped the man’s dick like the cock slut she was.
Satisfied with this physical adoration, Her Nemesis pushed Emily slightly back.
“Now let me hear it.”
Emily was appalled, but the words came out. “Thank you.”
She was rewarded with a hard slap across her face.
“Say it all! And thank me properly or I’ll whip you like a dog!”
“Thank you, Master!” Emily bleated. “Thank you for allowing me to suck your beautiful cock; and thank you for allowing me to taste your cum.”
“That’s better. Now keep it up.”
Chortling at his domination, he moved away. Emily hung her head. Her shoulders shook with her sobs as the man tucked his cock back in his trousers. For a brief moment Emily experienced a sense of both relief and disappointment that Her Nemesis apparently wasn’t going to fuck her – she had fully expected to be taken from behind like the bitch Her Nemesis had made her – fucked by the dog who had declared himself Master – a term Emily had so easily acknowledged. And then much to her horror, Her Nemesis stepped around behind her and the new man stepped in front, unzipping his flies and producing a very thick and exceedingly long erect penis, the rich brown coloured shaft gnarled with veins. It looked impossibly large. It was much larger than Her Nemesis Master’s, who himself had a hell of a big cock. Emily had never seen such a monster that towered before her and she began shaking her head and babbling protests.
“No! Please no! I can’t take that in my mouth! There’s no way! It’s too big! I won’t do it!”
The horse hung man, who could well bestow death with the weapon he possessed, gave a quiet smirk and then slapped Emily hard across the face with the flat of his strong hand, stunning her to silence. Her Nemesis gave an evil chortle behind her.
“Mouth, cunt then ass,” proclaimed Hades; the accent, like his look, Italian rather than Greek; his intent, like his image, seriously cruel.
“Please...” Emily pleaded. Her eyes glued to the beast of an erection before her, knowing with certainty that it would fuck all of her holes.
“Suck it, Blondie,” ordered Her Master.” Show my friend what a good cock slut you are. Be a good girl and open up, otherwise I’ll flay the skin from you back.”
Her Nemesis landed a soft stroke with the Italian’s belt. The threat was clear and most certainly no bluff - Emily knew she had to obey. She opened her jaws as wide as she could and took the big glans into her mouth. The stretch that it caused was hideously uncomfortable, it was like she had a small apple in her mouth, puffing out her cheeks and causing the muscles around her jaws to ache. For a second she panicked at the enormity of what was in her, but the threat from behind forced her to accept. Emily started gently sucking and licking it all over, flicking her tongue around the underside ridge then over the smooth tapered head.
The stretch was still painful, but Emily soon got into her stride and forgot about the discomfort as she tackled the big knob with increasing gusto. It was a hell of a thing to have in your mouth, but Emily’s excitement quickly grew, and in no time at all she was revelling in the task. She started moaning as she sucked, swaying her ass and beckoning for a fuck. He had promised her after all; and even though he had just come, Emily was sure Her Master was up to the challange.
“Yes, Blondie... soon!” mocked Her Master – the man’s hand slapping each buttock in turn before ramming two fingers deep up Emily’s snatch.
Emily moaned louder round the flesh inside her, sucking with fervour, thrilled by the strong musky flavour and those wonderful fingers inside her pussy. Even the quiet Italian with the enormous cock was now breaking his silence - he groaned in appreciation as Emily worked enthusiastically on his knob. But the man wanted more than just his knob sucked – there was a monster of a shaft that needed stimulation and he wanted it in oral form to begin with. He started to pump, pushing his cock deeper, and fucking Emily’s mouth.
Enjoying the sex but apprehensive of taking more of him, Emily dared to reach up and rest a hand on the Italian’s thigh, and with the other she took hold of the man’s mammoth shaft, using her fingers to caress the skin, hoping that this would be enough to satisfy the Italian stallion.
There was never any chance of that!
The well endowed Italian grabbed Emily’s wrist and pulled it from his shaft; he clamped two strong hands around her head then with one violent thrust he rammed his cock all the way into her, the glans pounding into the back of Emily’s mouth and bullying its way down her gullet. The hunky Italian arched his back at the intensity of the moment and let out a mighty groan. Emily was in complete and utter agony – her gullet stretched so wide. Instinctively she tried to fight him off and bring an end to the sudden torture. Her hands reached out in an attempt to push him away, but the new man gathered them with ease. The belt came crashing down on her back, Her Master yielding it firmly to bring Emily further to heel.
“Take it, Blondie! Pull him in, don’t push him away!”
Emily went limp. She needed some air – the cock was blocking her passage and suffocating her. Yet she managed to obey. From limpness she moved her hands to her sides and drew him in just a fraction more.
The Italian let out a mighty growl then he proceeded to fuck Emily’s throat. First he pulled partially out and Emily gasped for air. A moment later with her lungs now full she was gasping again as the cock rammed all the way into her. The big Italian fucked her throat violently, showing no consideration. Emily was in agony. Her jaws were aching; her gullet was retching; her lungs were screeching for a few molecules of air; her nose was getting smashed by the man’s groin as the Italian stallion face fucked her wildly. It was a mauling from hell and Emily was in heaven, totally blown away by the violent abuse.
“Si! Si!” growled the Italian, pulling his cock all the way out then ramming it back into Emily’s gasping gaping mouth, smothering her face as he held the position for a long moment.
“Now show me some proper worship when I pull out,” he added. Then with a final few stabs he slowly withdrew.
Emily gulped for air the first chance she got, and just as instinctively her tongue started working, flicking around the slithering underbelly then around the knob when that emerged from her throat. As the Italian pulled out, he unfastened his trousers, and pushed them down along with his boxers as far as his thighs to reveal a thick thatch of curly black pubes and a pair of bull sized balls swinging low in a hairless sac.
When her mouth was freed Emily pounced on the flesh. She had no thoughts at all - she was just driven by pure lust. She smothered her face, sniffing and nuzzling, her tongue frantically licking all over the tackle. She used her hands as well, and there was room for them both, stroking and caressing, toying with the knob and gently squeezing the balls.
“Si! Is good!” groaned the appreciative Italian. “Keep squeezing them as I fuck your face.”
Emily complied, in a daze of submissive bliss. She opened up wide and relaxed as best she
could and accepted the huge cock back down her throat.
The Italian then face fucked her. Boy did he pound her. For the next few minutes Emily was hammered into, sucking in air whenever she could, squeezing on the balls like she was clinging to dear life, coaxing the big nuts to blow out their load and bring the wonderful torture to an end.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Emily’s face got pounded. The man fucked her with violence, his thrusting deep and relentless. Struggling with asphyxiation, Emily was slipping, mentally drifting, and her grip on the balls fading. But as blackness began to fall and threaten to take her away, she heard the Italian let out another mighty roar. His cock seemed to expand to a ridiculous degree. Then finding new strength, Emily squeezed the balls again and was rewarded with internal heat as two big Italian gonads erupted and a fountain of spunk blasted into her gullet.
Her new abuser held Emily fixed as he unleashed his first jet; then sensing her limpness he pulled three quarters way out. Emily gulped for air, she managed to choke in a breath of life saving gas, and then the cock was rammed into her again to fire out another blast. Emily’s throat was repeatedly stabbed, the man punched out his semen directly into her stomach until every last drop of his essence was in her. Then slowly he withdrew, luxuriating in the tightness of the violated gullet as his massive cock inched its way back out and at last allowed Emily some relief.
“Good! It is best to come first in the mouth. Now I can fuck her for a really long time! But before I start... I need a piss!”
Chapter 5
“Yeah, me too!” echoed Emily’s Master. “On the floor Blondie! Crawl over to the urinal.”
Emily gawped at Her Master who had moved back to the head of the bench, his semi-hard cock again out of his flies, held in his hand and being waved around. It looked so beautiful – big and angry, raw and sexual even though it wasn’t fully hard. Emily cursed herself for wanting it so much, and wanting that other cock that had just violated her throat – wanting to be fucked, treated like a slut – wanting them so much that she would agree to this.
Beyond protest, Emily obeyed. She clambered off the bench and crawled to the far wall where the urinal was, stinking of piss. She knelt beside it, head bowed.
“No chance, Blondie. You know you want to see this. You want to see the piss gushing from our cocks. You want to taste the flavour, swill it around your mouth. Am I right?”
Emily looked up, appalled at herself – totally revolted that she would speak the truth. “Yes Master,” she replied and left her mouth open, offering a target for the men.
Emily flicked her glance between the two members, both so large – one slightly softening just having come, the other hardening, getting ready for more sex. Emily’s pussy and asshole pulsed in anticipation whilst she braced herself for the watery foreplay.
“Ahhh!” cried Her Master as he started to piss - a hot, powerful yellow stream of strong smelling, heavily concentrated urine, flushed out his cock, and gushed straight onto Emily’s head. The powerful stream caught her full in the face, getting in her eyes which she had to force closed, washing her ears, drenching her brow, and soaking her hair. Emily felt like she was being scalded as the piss patterned her face, the smell of ammonia strong and pungent.
Drops of urine ran into her mouth. Emily was revolted but couldn’t resist licking her lips to garner more of the liquid, tasting its strong acrid flavour. More followed, Her Master aiming directly into her mouth, Emily swallowed some of the ghastly juice - the rest gurgled over her lips and cascaded down her chin onto her breasts then down to the floor.
“Ahh!” came another voice, this sigh Italian.
Emily forced her eyes open as she was struck like a punch, so she could witness the sight of Hades urinating with all the strength of a horse. It sloshed from his cock as a powerful jet, splattering Emily all over her face. She was pissed on from the right and sprayed from the left – two streams of urine battling over her face as her tongue lashed around to sample both flavours.
Her Master aimed lower, moving from Emily’s face to spray her all over her frontage, emptying his full bladder onto her body, washing her down. The hot liquid splashed over her breasts and downwards over her stomach, soaking Emily thoroughly from head to knees with his golden piss. The pressure behind the jet was mightily impressive, and Emily could feel it as it hit her skin like a blast from a power-hose.
Meanwhile Hades changed position and aimed at Emily’s back. It ran down her spine and collected in her gulley, a torrent of Italian piss gushing over her asshole, Emily anally slurping some in to sting her hungry chute.
Front and back, Emily got soaked – the piss running off her to splash on the floor and run down a nearby drain. Both men finally ended at Emily’s genitals, which the young woman brazenly offered up, leaning back to present her puffy pussy. Still lapping up the dregs that had washed her face and swallowing the piss down, Emily whorishly groaned as two jets pattered against her bald puffy lips. Her Master came to an end, the Italian kept flowing, directing it onto Emily’s slit.
“On your back, Blondie!” Her Master commanded. “Ass in the air to show my friend your hole.”
Drunk on the depravity, stinking like the urinal on the hard cement floor, Emily hurriedly obeyed before the stream ran out. She got into position, curling her legs up to present the man her asshole which got splattered and drenched; Emily’s opening her ring to take some of the piss in. She was screaming out her lust, a disgusting slut writhing in muck when the Italian finally drained his bladder.
Laughing at his bitch’s filthy display, Emily’s Master grabbed her by her pissed soaked hair. She was pulled to her feet and pushed to the urinal, bending over so she held it by the rim and her head was sunk into the stinking bowl.
“Dirty bitch!” snarled Her Master. “Dirty, dirty, bitch!”
Then he was behind her, his cock now fully hard. One hard push and he was in her, bulling past her ring and into her guts - Emily howling like the bitch she was.
“Ahhh!” Her Master hissed again as he released the final flush of piss he had purposely held back.
Emily gasped and moaned as she was internally warmed, the hot liquid sloshing inside her bowels. Her ring was aching from the sudden stretch but that mattered little to this cock loving whore. Her Master was in her. Half of his cock was up Emily’s ass, and that made her feel so wonderfully complete. She clenched around it and the piss that he gave – this incredible gift of body fluid.
“Ah yes, Blondie,” growled the man as his stream came to an end and he pumped with half his cock. “I’m going to fuck you now. Fuck you like a bitch, doggy style from behind. But first you need to clean yourself before I give you the rest of this bone and grind against your butt cheeks. In the shower Blondie, then back on the bench so the party can really get started.”
Chapter 6
Emily wished they had just fucked her straight away. Everything had become blurred, like in a weird surreal dream of Dali proportions: bizarre, degrading, yet totally thrilling. Once again the man had surpassed himself, taking Emily to a new level of sexual high, and a new depth of depravity she would never had thought in her: to be pissed upon and wallow in the action; to taste men’s urine and drink the stuff down. It had been so disgusting and incredibly exciting.
But now the shower was awakening Emily: the water, lukewarm, tingling her skin, freshening her body, cleaning it for the men, but freshening her mind as well, dragging her back from the depravity she had drowned in. Here under a cascade of unsullied water, in enclosed solitude for a moment, Emily’s sense of propriety came back to torment her. She was still wearing her collar with the chain lead attached – this symbol of her status: a slave to Her Master; a bitch to be used and shared around. As she cleaned herself, it was a constant reminder of what she had done and what she had become – and that more than any of the smacks from the men, stung at her very being.
Yet she still wanted more. In the shower she knew shame and repugnance for her behaviour, but the hand
s she used to wash the sticky piss from her body constantly came into contact with a slavering pussy that got gratuitously fingered. She was going to get fucked and used by both men and Emily knew that deep down that was exactly what she wanted: to be taken rough and dirty by dominant men with big hard cocks.
Of course as luck would have it, Emily got caught red handed. She was fingering her pussy when the shower door was pulled open and Her Master stood there naked and grinning.
“Tut tut, Blondie!” the man mocked, embarrassing Emily all the more. “Can’t you wait? You’re such a cock slut. Perhaps I should make you a present of a model of my cock and you can have it inside you whilst you sit at your work desk. Would you like that, Blondie? Would you like to have me permanently inside you?”
Emily said nothing. She just gawped at the magnificence of Her Master’s body: the muscular chest and flat ripped stomach, all covered in a fine mat of shiny black hair. And her eyes were drawn to the topic of conversation – the beautiful erection that towered from his groin, so big and potent and wonderfully satisfying.
“Answer me, Blondie!” yelled the man.
“Yes Master,” Emily replied, her voice choking on her shame and the hideous acceptance that she was speaking the truth. “I would dearly love to have such a gift. I would prefer the real thing, but when not available, it would be thrilling to have such a model inside me.”
Without thinking, Emily sunk to her knees. With the shower water still splattering onto her back, she knelt before Her Master and bowed her head. It was an act that came so oddly natural, as did the words that she subsequently spoke when she raised her head to gaze at the erection before her.
“It is so beautiful. And you were right – I have longed for it to be inside me again. To have it permanently inside me would be an amazing thing – a true torment of sexual bliss.”
“Then if you do well today, I might reward you as such. He has earned a right to enjoy you – make sure that he does. Give him what you gave me – that should do the trick.”
