by JJ Argus
And the focus of that exploding, incredible pleasure was the thick cock she was now pushing deep into my pussy! She fucked me. Nicky was fucking me! She fucked me right through the orgasm, and kept fucking me. I was helpless, dazed, moaning, gasping as the ropes tied me in that obscene position and Nicky continued to drive her slim hips into me.
She used long, deep strokes, but then started to shift her hips, first going further up, then down, then from side to side, so the big cock pushed into me in different ways. I panted and moaned as the heat reignited within me less than a minute later, and I started spiraling upwards towards a second intense orgasm.
I came again. I came a third time. I came twice more, all in the space of maybe five minutes, as Nicky thrust into me with hard, deep strokes that had my mind wrapped in the sharp, glittering storm of sexual electricity.
I was trying to beg her to stop. I didn't think I could take it any more! My insides were aching fiercely, not from the cock thrusting into me but from my own repeated muscle spasms! I was gulping in air, sweating, moaning dazedly, and still she thrust, that fat cock driving achingly deep into the center of my belly again and again!
She stopped, and I moaned, staring as she gripped the dildo, and then detached it from the strap stuff around her. She reached forward and untied the ropes which bound my head to the head board. They had sunk in against the sides of my mouth, and now I moaned as she peeled them away.
She raised herself higher on her knees, then pulled my head forward.
Into her pussy.
“Lick me, Paige,” she ordered.
So I did. Moaning, whimpering, gasping for breath, I licked her clit as she ground herself against me, licked her until she came against me and my jaw and mouth and lips were wet with her juices.
She slid off me, leaving me like that, dildo jammed inside me, and pulled on her robe. Then, as I lay my head back against the head board, still gasping weakly, she opened the door and left. I paid her little attention, my heart still thumping wildly.
A minute later she came back – with April!
I gasped to see the other girl, also in a robe, and cringed as she laughed to see me. She stripped off her robe, and was naked underneath.
What was I supposed to say!
Nicky gave her the straps. She pulled them on and then climbed onto the bed.
“Oh! D-D-Don't!” I gasped.
She slid the dildo slowly out of me, halfway out, three quarters, then I gasped as it came free. She quickly attached it to the front of the straps, then leaned in, and pushed the thing back into me.
Her eyes were sharp and fierce as she leaned in hard and thrust the thing deep into my pussy!
“Oh! Oh! God! Oh! Oh! Please!” I moaned.
She started fucking me, a lot harder than Nicky had, too! I gasped and grunted, my insides aching as she thrust the thing into me with hard, fast strokes that shook the bed.
But my body began to burn, to burn like what happens when you throw oil on a fire. I felt my insides quivering and shaking again and she suddenly jerked my head back sharply by the hair, leaned in, and rushed her lips against mine. My arms spasmed beneath me, my legs jerking against the ropes, and I moaned into her mouth as her tongue shot into mine.
I tried to resist, but it didn't take long. Less than two minutes, I think, and then I came again. This time she had to clamp her mouth against mine to muffle my cries of overheated pleasure. My entire body thrashed and shook against the ropes as she rammed the dildo into me with hard, powerful thrusts.
“Yeah, come for me, bitch!” she taunted. “Come for me, baby!”
Nicky was taking pictures, by the way. I hardly noticed. I mean, I noticed, but didn't care. I was too wrapped in a hot, sexual fever dream of dark, aching heat to care about anything else.
And then, suddenly, there was another girl in the room! She was an Asian girl I didn't even know! I grunted as April continued to thrust, a wave of embarrassment coloring my dazed heat as the girl and Nicky watched, talking softly to each other.
Another orgasm was soon shattering my mind, and in the aftermath, April gave the straps to the Asian girl, who took her place and fucked me to orgasm after orgasm.
I thought I would die! I didn't care, though. I hadn't ever thought you could be fucked to death, but I felt all the energy draining out of me every time another orgasm howled through me, and I seemed to have less and less each time, as if I was melting away.
I got some relief when I licked the Asian girl to an orgasm. Her name was Tami. Then I licked Nicky. April took pictures both times.
They untied my legs finally, and I collapsed, panting, moaning, only to be dragged out of the bed and put on the floor on my knees, my wrists still tied behind me. April sat on the edge of the bed, legs wide, guiding my mouth in against her pussy again.
Tami thrust into me from behind, pumping steadily as Nicky moved around, snapping pictures.
*
Yes, I got to see all the pictures the next day, as humiliating and arousing and intimidating as it was to sit there and see myself in such bright, sharp, crisp, clean color. Or at least, to see my body. My face was still disguised. Any time I was licking a pussy there were thick wisps of blonde hair covering much of my face.
When that wasn't good enough, it was helped by someone's hand, or some other object, or the angle of the camera was bad. The picture of April fucking me while I was tied on the bed, for example, has her hands covering much of my face from either side, plus parts of my hair, and then her mouth pressed hard against mine so that you really couldn't tell who it was she was kissing.
But God, my body was so.. obscenely displayed!
Two days later we were back in the studio. I said no, and they ignored me. I was still extremely uncomfortable with all this... this perverted, kinky bondage and lesbian stuff! I kept trying to say no but... you know, in a way which I knew Nicky would ignore.
It was such a huge.. huge... HUGE rush, you see! I'd never experienced this kind of wild thrill before in my life!
In the studio, they tied my arms together at the elbows, so they crossed there and my hands, while sort of free, couldn't actually do anything. I mean, the backs of my hands were on the sides of my hips, and with my elbows locked together they might as well not have existed.
“Bend over, Paige,” Nicky said.
“No,” I gulped.
Why did I say that? I think... in a way... I wanted them to make me. I mean, I wanted to do it, to take part in whatever wild, wicked shit they had in mind, but... I wanted them to make me.
She slapped my butt as April pulled on my hair, and they got me bent over with my ass in the air. I felt Tami's hands spreading my thighs, then I felt something cool against my back opening!
“No way!” I squealed.
Crack! Someone slapped my butt sharply.
“Ow!”
I felt a finger pushing into my ass! It twisted and squirmed from side to side, then withdrew, only to push in again, only it was two fingers now.
“Oh! Don't!”
Crack
Another sharp slap to the ass!
The fingers slid in and out, slick and warm. Then something else pushed against me back there, something a lot thicker and a lot longer. I gasped and moaned and kind of thrashed, but they worked the dildo slowly into my ass, slapping me sharply whenever my sphincter closed down too tightly.
I felt another dildo pushed into my already overheated pussy, and shuddered, groaning and gasping as fingers rubbed at my clit.
Crack!
Another hand slapped my ass.
“Nasty girl,” April taunted.
“Get them both in all the way,” Tami said excitedly.
I groaned as the two dildos pumped in and out, jamming up deep inside me. When they were deep enough to please the three of them they pulled me across April's lap. April was sitting on a small stool, her knees together, wearing the cat girl mask. They dragged me up across her lap, belly down.
It wasn't a very
high stool, and my face and breasts were pressed against the floor on one side, my knees on the other side as I felt April's fingers caressing my bottom and then sliding down between my legs.
Nicky got out the camera and started snapping shots, then, as April fingered me, pumped the dildos, and spanked me.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
“Ow! Oh! Don't! Ow!” I squealed.
“Dirty girl,” April said, spanking me again.
Her hand was slapping slowly but steadily against my bare bottom, turning the skin a light pink, then a darker pink as I squirmed and moaned. Every few slaps she stopped to stroke my clitoris and to push and pull on the dildos. Nicky, meanwhile, just snapped picture after picture.
“Enough,” Nicky said.
“This slut will never get enough,” April said with a smirk in her voice, rubbing at my clit as I squirmed and moaned.
“Let's hang her up.”
I moaned as April dumped me onto the floor. Then the two nerd girls tied ropes around my ankles. I had no idea what they were doing at first, but I looked up to see there were metal tracks running along the ceiling, probably to move and position scenery for various shots.
The two used step ladders to attach the ropes to a pair of hooks which ran along the track, fed them into a pulley against the wall, and just like that I was sliding across the floor, then my legs were rising up high into the air, pulling me after them!
I wound up with my legs spread achingly wide, hanging upside down from my ankles. They untied my elbows, then and drew my arms down and out, tying them apart to hooks in the floor so I was, in effect, spreadeagled upside down for their cameras.
They spent some minutes snapping pictures, while the blood rushed to my head, making it throb powerfully. Then the dildo were pushed into my pussy, then my ass, for more shots. The one in my pussy was replaced by a thick candle for a few more pictures, then a kind of lace mask went over my face so they could get whole body shots without identifying me.
I yelped and jerked suddenly as some of the candle wax fell onto my pussy.
“Oh!” I cried. “That hurts!”
“You've never had candle wax on the nipples?” April asked in amusement.
They ignored my complaints, snapping more pictures, and as the candle continued to burn, more hot wax began to trickle down the sides, or, every time I flinched or jerked, it spilled off and fell onto my pussy or thigh or even my belly!
They laughed at my yelps and cries, and when they were done April pulled the candle out and bent low, dripping hot wax onto my bare breasts and nipples!
“Put on the mask and lick her pussy,” Nicky said.
“I think you should do that. You don't have tattoos, and you have a nice little butt.”
“You have a better body, though.”
“From behind, nobody can see you have small boobs. Get your clothes off,” April said.
Nicky grumbled, but she stripped and put on the cat mask, then brushed the hardened wax away from my pussy.
“Spread your legs so we see her tits and face,” April said.
My face, thankfully, still had the black lace mask over it!
Nicky didn't just stand there and pretend. Her lips were on my clit, and she was sucking and licking as her hands slid up and down my legs and then cupped my buttocks. I moaned helplessly, my skull throbbing, the heat churning wildly within me.
April handed her the dildo, and she thrust it home again, pumping it slowly in and out as April moved around us getting pictures. I was nearing orgasm when April told her she had enough shots, and Nicky abruptly stopped. But then the two conferred, giggling in soft voices.
Nicky returned and slid the dildo out, but then slid a second one in. This one felt smoother, but a little thicker. I moaned as it spread open the lips of my sex, and then stretched the walls of my pussy. She pushed it deeper and deeper until suddenly it was like there was a round, curving hook stopping it from going any further.
The curving 'hook' slid over the top of my pussy, pressing firmly against my clitoris. Then there was a clicking sound and it began to buzz, to... vibrate. I moaned helplessly, and Nicky knelt in front of me and pulled the mask away from my face, then guided my mouth up against her sex.
“Lick me, slave girl, “she ordered.
I licked frantically, gasping, moaning, mind dazed, body crackling with sexual electricity like a high tension line. Then the orgasm hit and I cried out, my voice muffled as Nicky crushed my mouth against her pussy. Above me, my body twisted and writhed and thrashed in its bonds as April moved around and around snapping picture after picture.
They left me there, hanging, dazed, moaning, panting for breath, and went back to the laptop to examine the pictures.
But they left the vibrator on.
The little curving branch or whatever it was, wasn't even still against me. It was have been on some kind of small hinge because in addition to vibrating it was moving slowly from side to side. It wasn't moving very far, maybe half an inch to one side, then back and half an inch to the other side.
The sensations, after the orgasm were powerful to the point of discomfort, but that soon began to change.
April returned, squatting low. She gripped my hair and pulled my head up and back behind me, then stuffed a ball gag deep into my mouth before strapping it behind me. Nicky knelt and put a silk scarf over my eyes, and then that was all I knew about what they were doing.
Except that I could hear the click of cameras, and the soft murmur of their voices as the vibrator drove me slowly insane.
Another orgasm tore through me, and my head felt like it was going to explode! Upside down, with my head already throbbing, the orgasm seemed to just tear my mind apart as I screamed into the gag, twisting and writhing, arching and shaking as the heat and explosive sensations of pleasure overloaded my mind.
They were in no hurry to cut me down, though. And the energy built up again, until I was screaming and writhing through another orgasm. Then the next followed on its heels, closer now, then the next, even closer, then the next and the next. I was screaming, sobbing, dazed, hardly aware of who I was any more, much less where I was or what was happening.
I was alone in a dark world with nothing but intense pleasure for company, and the heat of it was frying my brain! It was also utterly exhausting me. By the time they finally relented and eased the thing out of me, then lowered me to the ground, I was just like... totally blasted. My body was trembling, my eyes were glazed, and I couldn't speak.
I can hardly remember how they even got me back to the dorm room. It was like I was stoned or something.
And the next day they brought me back to the studio for more!
This time, though, Tami was there. And so was another girl, a bit chubby, with thick glasses, named Brenda. I gulped and looked anxiously at Nicky but she just smiled. This, it seems, was to be a different sort of photo shoot.
It started out with me in a bathing suit, in a tiny thong bikini. The four girls had me turn and pose in various ways, and in the midst of that two more girls arrived!
Nervous, anxious, blushing a bit, I posed for them. Then came a different bikini, then another one, then came the lingerie. Most of it was mine, I realized! But I posed in various ways, draped back across the 'bed', or bending forward to reach for something from a shelf, or pretending to be looking off into the distances.
Then Nicky removed my top. I gave her a fierce look but she glared at me an I subsided. Three more girls had arrived by then, so I was fairly sure this was not going to turn into some kind of wild lesbian thing, but even so I was embarrassed to be showing off my bare breasts in front of all these people!
Then I lost my bottoms. There were no pictures like the terrible duo had taken earlier. These were softer, more shadowed, without being graphic and x-rated, and all of them were told not to get my face in the shot in a way which would identify me.
But it was still incredibly weird to be standing there naked with a room full of girls standing
around me, taking pictures! And despite the fact it was clearly more of an exercise in nude photography, I was feeling really... hot. I couldn't not be given how April and Nicky had conditioned my mind to expect wild, kinky lesbian sex during these things!
I hadn't noticed the older woman coming in. It was only when she spoke, in a clear voice, giving instructions, that I turned my head and noticed her. She was tall, taller than me, even, but much – bulkier. I don't mean she was fat, quite the contrary.
She was... wide. I mean, she had big shoulders and wide hips. Her breasts were bigger than mine, too. She had a flat stomach, however, easily seen since she was wearing a tight t-shirt.
The T-shirt had a rainbow on it.
She frowned at me as I saw her, and I felt a sudden sense of breathlessness.
She had gray eyes, and very short dark hair. Her face was oval, but her jaw was strong, and her mouth a little large. It was the eyes that held me, though, until they narrowed.
“Model. Look straight ahead,” she ordered sternly.
I gulped and turned my head back the way it was, but I saw her moving in my peripheral vision as I heard her voice, now unmistakeable over the much lower voices of the girls.
“Focus on the curve of her hip,” she said, barking out the order. “That is, in my opinion, an often overlooked erotic zone on a woman.”
And suddenly she was standing next to me. I was in one of those artsy positions, standing, legs a little apart, hands up and back arched. Suddenly she was right there, sort of, looming next to me, and I felt her hand on my hip. I gulped, but didn't move as she ran her hand up and down across the outside of my hip down to my thigh, then in along my very lower abdomen and up higher as she spoke.
“This zone,” she said, “encompassing the end of the waist, and the curving hip.”
Her fingers followed her voice.
“Then down to where the hip curves in again to the thigh, and up at an angle, ignoring the vaginal area, up along the soft pale flesh of the lower abdomen, where there would be pubic hair if this model had any.”
