Nanae released her to stand on her own and Israel led her to the corner. Her wrist cuffs were hooked together and attached to a thick chain which Izzy looped over a hook in the ceiling that Nanae had never noticed. Israel had the chain measured exactly to force Camilla to her tiptoes but not lift her off the ground. The man knew what he was doing. In this position, she was stretched out for them to see, trapped but with limited range of motion. If she struggled she would only make it harder on herself, losing balance and forcing her weight to pull on her arms. Nanae sat on the bed, leaning back on his elbows to watch how this played out.
Israel explained a few things to Nanae, not knowing how much bondage the Nephilim had practiced. “The hook is connected directly to the roof crossbeam and can handle up to a thousand pounds and all the moving and tugging that we could give it. The wrist restraints are quite comfortable as is her position but keep her immobilized on her own and completely pliant and poseable to us. The submissive has a safe word so that she may express her displeasure and desire to end the game. If she uses it we stop what we are doing immediately. That way she can say no all she wants for the game but we'll know when she truly means stop. She can truly give herself over to the scene. Choose your word, Camilla. Say it once, loud enough for us both to hear.”
“Bureau.”
“Bureau? Nod your head if you want Bureau to be your safe word. Good.” Israel stood behind her and ran his hands all over her body which was covered in, what else, but a maternity sun dress. He did it so that Nanae could watch. “Nanae and I are going to fuck you in every orifice you've got. We are going to pound your body relentlessly. It's going to hurt you but we won't stop until you're filled with our cum. We are going to make you bleed. We are going to penetrate you with our teeth as well as our cocks. If you do everything we say, we'll let you off easy with just a good hard fuck that will just leave you sore for days but, if you disobey, there will be consequences.”
During his speech Camilla began to struggle, trying to pull away from his hands, begging, pleading that they couldn't do this to her, a pregnant woman. Now Nanae understood that she could act like she didn't want something but they would know when she truly meant stop. Her desire for this powerless predicament made his dick ache.
Israel ignored her staged disapproval and turned her to the side facing him. He took the hem of her dress in his mouth and snipped through it with his ultra sharp teeth and then gripping it with both hands on either side of the tiny tear, he ripped it in two with three tugs. First her panties were exposed, then her belly then her bra. He leaned in to bite through the strap on her right and then on her left. The dress slid to the floor. Then she moved her head the fraction of space separating them and laid a kiss on Israel's mouth. He deepened the kiss, but allowed it to end in it's own time. Izzy winked at her.
He held out his hand to Nanae and the Nephilim handed him both the leather items still laying on the bed. The paddle, Izzy tucked into the waistband of his pants behind his back. “I told you not to move unless I said it was okay first. You don't get to kiss us. We aren't making love, Sunshine. We're using your body like the cum receptacle it is.” Israel held a strappy thing with buckles and two shiny metal rings in front of her face. “Now I have to discipline you.” One ring went on the top of her head with the stick to hold it at the base of the bun, the other between her teeth, and the two straps connected behind her head. He turned her to face Nanae and showed him how the ring gag worked. “It lays flat against her tongue unless we want access to that hot little mouth of hers and then you just do this.” Izzy twisted a tiny handle on one side of her mouth and the ring rotated, forcing her mouth open. When he released it, it was locked in place. Nanae could see her throat and tongue working and could hear her attempts at protest. “Since she made me gag her we'll need a safe sign to replace the safe word. Put up three fingers, spread wide. That is the sign to stop. When asked a question, one finger means yes, two fingers means no. One finger means that you are fine, that this is good. Two means it is getting a little intense and you want us to scale back a little. Three fingers equals saying 'bureau'. Do you understand?”
Camilla hung her head down and held up one finger.
“Good. Now face the wall. It's time for your punishment.” Camilla obeyed his order though it was hard to turn herself on tiptoes as she was. Israel dropped to his knees behind her, slid her panties down, and ran his hand over her smooth bare backside. It was a firm heart-shaped butt with two matching indentions on either side of her tail-bone that most men found irresistible. “You have the prettiest little ass. Oh, the horrible things we're gonna do to it today.” He placed a kiss on each dimple of Venus before standing. He stood clear so as not to block Nanae's view and pulled the paddle out. He rubbed it's smoothness over and around the curves of her can and Camilla shivered a bit when he lifted it from her flesh and pulled it back, winding up for the punch.
The crack was sharp and snapped Nanae to attention. It was louder than it should have been and it sounded painful. Camilla whimpered and Nanae growled. Izzy soothed his maker's fears with a question to Camilla, “Did you like that?”
One finger.
“Did you deserve it for disobeying?”
One finger.
“Did it hurt?”
One finger.
“Did it hurt very much?”
Two fingers.
Israel left Camilla hanging there and joined Nanae on the bed. He showed him the paddle. “It's designed to make a lot of noise so it sounds a lot worse than it feels. See this little flap here; it's what makes all the racket.” He moved it in the air, not making any contact with anything and the little flap hit the paddle when he came to an abrupt stop. The sound was almost as loud as it had been when it hit flesh. “It can be used to inflict a lot of pain if too much force is put behind it, but I only did a light tap. It's mostly for show. Camilla enjoys a little discipline. So do I.”
Nanae took the paddle and examined it. He went to Camilla and ran his fingers around the red whelp the paddle had left. It was already retreating. “May I try it?” Nanae asked Camilla.
“No, you don't ask her. She is the bound submissive. You are in control. She has to take whatever you dish out. The helplessness of her situation is what frees her to just experience. If you feel she's done something wrong or broken the rules in some way or if you just plain feel like it, you punish her.” Izzy held up a hand, “But we never degrade her. Our games are not about humiliation.”
“This is for scaring me. For not thinking about how your service to another might harm you. For thinking so little of your own safety and well being.” Nanae accentuated his reprimand with a snap of the paddle, giving her other cheek a matching mark. He turned back to Izzy. “Now your turn.”
Izzy stood, thinking he meant that Izzy should take over dominating Camilla again. Nanae grabbed his Lilitu by the waistband and sat, laying the grown man over his knees. Israel made some sound of protest and Nanae clamped down on Izzy's neck, forcing him to stay put. “Unfasten your pants.”
Israel lifted his pelvis off of Nanae's lap a bit, unbuttoned and unzipped his fly. A small movement from Camilla caught his attention. He looked and found her peaking over her shoulder. “Don't you dare watch.”
She snapped her head forward again quick. She'd just have to imagine the sexy scene playing out behind her. She'd gotten enough of a view to know the layout. She listened as it unfolded.
Nanae tugged the seat of Izzy's pants down, exposing his round tan rump. He rubbed it, sensing the smoothness, the sensitiveness that was about to be shattered. “Put your hands flat on the ground and don't lift them.” Israel had to scoot forward, sliding across Nanae's lap to get his hands to reach the floor. It took his knees off the carpet and forced his ass to lift slightly.
Nanae did not wait for Israel to be ready. He brought the paddle down harder than he had with Camilla. Israel howled but he did not lift his hands. Nanae traced the whelp, healing with his touch. The Lilitu could take mu
ch more pain without any real damage than a mere human. Nanae whipped him again. This one a bit harder. Israel shouted and Camilla cringed. The pain was healed before Nanae finished his admonishment. “The first one was for scaring me, making me think you were hurting our little Camilla. The second was for not showing me this game before. Get up. I am finished.”
Izzy did and found that Camilla was holding up two fingers. “Not to worry, Sunshine. I have to be able to take it as well as dish it out. If I'm okay are you good with continuing?” One finger. “Nanae, hand me the red box from the drawer there. Thank you.” Izzy turned her to the side again so Nanae, who remained standing near, could see their profile. He took out the contents of the box and threw the red container across the room. He fanned out the three matching clear glass phalluses. “One for each of your fuck holes, to plug them up until we are ready to use them as we will.” He put one into her mouth through the ring holding it open. “Get it good and wet, 'cause I'm gonna shove it up your ass, little one.”
Camilla moaned, closed her eyes and ran her tongue all over the dildo. He pulled it out and replaced it with a second one. “Your mouth is mine, not to be used for anything other than what I say.” Israel went around behind her and Nanae stood in front. Nanae bent down, grabbed her around the knees and stood, bringing Camilla with him, effectively bending her in half and throwing her over his shoulder. It was awkward because of her pregnant stomach but Nanae was careful. “Thank you, Nanae.” Israel looked at Camilla's swollen lips, blooming with arousal, pushing from between her thighs. She squirmed. He pushed plug number two into her wet slit and pulled it back out again and put it's tip against her anus. He put the third plug against her cunt and began to push them both in slowly. “Your ass and pussy are mine, plugged up and not for anything but what I say.”
Nanae stood her back up on her toes and sliced through her bra, a little flimsy thing that barely left anything to the imagination anyway. It fell, shredded into slivers. Her two men stepped back to admire her, stretched as she was for their viewing pleasure. She looked beautiful. Her breasts lifted, pushing her pink peaks pointing towards them, her arms above her head, her ribcage stretched, her rounded tummy protruding, standing on tiptoes accentuated her shapely legs, her mouth forced open and every opening that could be used for sex filled with a foreign object. She was a vision of sexy submission.
There was something incredibly arousing about being totally naked and bound in the room with these two strong, virile, fully dressed, fully in control men. She was so wet from the mild BDSM foreplay that her thighs were slick. She pleaded with her eyes and held up one finger. She waited.
Nanae and Israel set upon her like two ravenous beasts after a famine. They stood on either side kissing every square inch of her body from foot to fingertip. She moaned when they kissed each other in front of her face, all the while caressing her body sandwiched between them. They let her watch as their incisors lengthened. They scrapped along the soft underside of her upper arms, trying to get at her neck. They dropped to their knees and each took the breast of their side in their hands and mouths. Only after they had her whipped into a frenzy did they slice through the soft thin skin of her small but sweet melons.
The sensation of their pulling, sucking, drawing on her blood pushed Camilla toward the edge of her first climax. She knew better than to orgasm before her Dom had given permission and so she concentrated on stalling it's arrival.
They only took a little blood, to prove their total dominance over her. Hers was theirs. It had worked. She was practically quivering with anticipation and excitement. Without a word, Israel reached up and unhooked her chain. He replaced it with a longer one and then switched her arms from bound in front to bound together behind. He lifted the unsecured end of the chain, pulling her arms back and up, forcing her to bend at the waist, her head and shoulders down. He attached a small chain from the back of her gag to her wrists, forcing her to look forward instead of down.
“I am going to fuck her pretty little face. Which hole do you want, Nanae?”
“I am undecided. Perhaps both.”
With that said, Nanae and Israel pulled down the fronts of their pants, exposing just their cocks and balls. Both males were fully ready. Israel rubbed his dick on her face before removing the glass phallus from her mouth and replacing it with the real thing. Nanae slipped his arm around her pelvis and lifted her legs off the ground. Now he could stand straight and easily plow her, pushing her head down and forward on Israel. He spread her legs and wrapped them back around his hips. He pulled the plug from her pussy and slid his member in it's place. She was so wet, more wet than he'd ever seen her. Even with his enormous size he easily pushed in. Her sheath was so slick and tight that he came, exploding his sperm inside her within a few seconds.
She hadn't thought it was possible to feel more vulnerable than she had suspended vertically. It was. She felt totally helpless horizontally, slightly inverted. When she felt Nanae's massive load, spurting rhythmically against her cervix and G-spot alternately, she couldn't stop herself. She climaxed.
Israel knew what happened. He pushed further into Camilla's mouth and throat with every thrust. He pulled out so that only the tip rested inside. He let her catch her breath for a minute before asking, “Did you come when Nanae shot his wad in your cunt?”
One finger behind her back.
“Did I say you could have an orgasm?”
Two fingers. Her tongue swirled around his mushroom head, tickling the ridge and sensitive area beneath in apology.
“Did you mean to?”
Two fingers and more tip teasing.
“Doesn't matter. You disobeyed. Your punishment will be having to take Nanae's massive cock in your tight little asshole while I throat fuck you.” Izzy reached up and unhooked her from the ceiling then went to the bed, gesturing that Nanae should bring Camilla. Israel laid on his back with his head closest to them. “Lay her just like that, on top of me.”
Nanae set her feet on the ground, either side of Izzy's head and pushed the top of her thighs against the mattress's side with his knees. In the 69 position with Nanae standing behind her they could achieve what Izzy had said they would. She was still bound, her wrists together behind her. Nanae wrapped one hand around the cuffs and lifted gently. Now only her pregnant belly pressed against Israel. Nanae gripped the flanged end and pulled the butt plug part of the way out, then penetrated her again. The gentle swell of the dildo stretched her back entrance. When it had done it's maximum good, Nanae removed it and tossed it to the side. His cock, still dripping wet from her cunny, pushed against her rosebud. He callously pushed the head, much larger than the plug, past her anal sphincter. He stopped and when she squirmed he released his hold on her bonds, grabbed her by the hair and forced her down onto Izzy's erection.
Inch by stretching inch, Nanae penetrated Camilla's tightest orifice while directing her head's movement up and down on Israel. Her throat squeezed Izzy, massaging him as she made her indistinguishable verbal protests. He groaned with pleasure, his mouth against her vulva. He licked her from clit to perineum. He spoke against her. “Come for us, Sunshine.” He sucked her clitoris, swollen and poking free of it's hood, into his mouth. He circled it with his tongue, squeezed it with his lips and scrapped it with his teeth.
Nanae picked up the pace and ferocity with which he fucked his Sinnis in her rectum with his monster member and throat fucked her with his Lilitu's massive manhood. She made the most pleasurable tortured sounds and he knew she was enjoying this domination. The three of them came at the same time and the end was just as violent as the act.
Nanae rolled her off of Israel and onto her side. He took off her wrist cuffs as Izzy undid her gag. She worked her jaw, flipped to her back and stretched her arms out to her sides. Her legs hung over the edge of the bed and she felt something between them. She sat up and looked down over her belly to see Izzy's brunette head. He started gobbling up her extra sensitive snatch and Nanae lay down beside her. He ginger
ly fingered her nipples and then as her breathing quickened, signaling Izzy's success, Nanae palmed her breast, rolling it. “I know you are hungry. We will feed you dinner as soon as Israel has fed.”
That plan sounded just fine to Camilla.
***
Camilla's phone rang. She looked at the caller id. and answered it quickly. “Melissa, I'm so glad you called me back. I have wonderful news.”
On the other end, Melissa didn't wait to hear it. “I'm sorry I haven't called in so long. Millie, I ... Tom is dying. His cancer has metastasized; it's spread to almost every major organ. I wanted to call you sooner but Mom wouldn't have it. She's so stubborn. Millie, she's drinking again. Little Tom is dying and she isn't even there with him. I didn't even know he really remembered you all that much. I mean you left when he was little and Mom never talks about you.” She paused but when Camilla didn't say anything she added, “He's asking for you.”
“I'm coming.” Her answer was clipped and short. She silently cursed her mother for being so hateful. Camilla could have healed Tom easily. He hadn't needed to suffer. But of course her family didn't know about her gift. They only thought she was cursed.
“Hurry. He's in room 1578.” Melissa hung up.
Damn it. They had him in a hospital. Camilla's ability wasn't hindered by technology but Nanae's was. She couldn't go in to save her little brother without losing her child. She had to get Tom out of there. She needed a plan but first she had to figure out how to get to Utah. If Nanae's ability was interrupted by the technology in a hospital, he couldn't very well ride in a plane for 4 hours. Would a bus work? Combustion engine: nothing more privative than burning stuff. Maybe a train...she had no idea how those even worked now that they weren't steam powered. Nothing about this was going to be easy.
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