‘You horrible pig, that really hurt! Now lube me up, please?’
‘My pleasure,’ he answered, ‘although unlike Mark Langley, I don’t have a selection of anal creams lying around my flat, or butt plugs.’
He left the room, heading for the kitchen and the fridge. Then, having made his selections, he came back to Jasmine, holding them up for her inspection.
‘What’s that?’ she demanded. ‘It looks like a goblin’s cock!’
‘It’s a sort of miniature cucumber, I think,’ Adam told her, running his fingers over the knobbly green surface. ‘You get them at the local Turkish supermarket. It should go up easily enough, and the bumpy bits should help to hold it in.’
‘And the bottle?’ she asked, her voice rich with joyful disgust.
‘Olive oil,’ Adam explained. ‘Extra virgin, which seems appropriate. It’s this or taramasalata anyway, so I’d go for the olive oil if I were you. It’s an excellent lubricant too, organic, entirely harmless and pleasant to the taste should I decide to give you a little lick, or stick my cock in your mouth afterwards, for that matter.’
Jasmine pulled a face and would have spoken, only for her words to break to a gasp as he tilted the bottle to pour out the oil between her cheeks. He angled it so that it dribbled down her slit to form a small, greenish-yellow puddle in the mouth of her anus.
‘It feels all slimy!’ she protested. ‘And it’s cold.’
‘Sorry about that, it’s been in the fridge,’ Adam explained, ‘and now …’
He lifted the squat, knobbly cucumber, carefully pouring the thick oil out onto the tip and watching it trickle down the sides, with Jasmine staring in horrified fascination as the ugly substitute for a cock was prepared for her arse. Only when Adam turned his attention back to her rosy bottom did she look away, to take the dildo back in her mouth once more, her eyes closed as it pumped slowly in and out between her lips.
Adam began to stroke her bottom, feeling the gloriously feminine softness of her flesh and the heat of her beaten skin, before slipping his hand between her cheeks. He allowed his fingers to loiter on her pucker for a long moment, before pushing one up into the slippery warmth of her rectum. She gave a wet, choking sob on her mouthful of rubber as she was penetrated, and again as he began to ease his finger back and forth in the little ring.
‘You’re very tight,’ he told her, ‘but don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll cope.’
Jasmine’s anus squeezed on his finger as he spoke, then again, contracting hard as he put the knobbly little cucumber to her cunt, rubbing the bumps over her clitoris before pushing the full length into the wetness of her hole. He began to fuck her with it, his hand down his trousers once more as he watched the thick, green shaft ease in and out of her cunt, now with the olive oil dribbling down her slit. She angled her bottom up, plainly enjoying herself, and Adam began to move the cucumber even faster in her hole.
‘You like that, don’t you?’ he said. ‘A little fat goblin cock right up your cunt-hole, and soon it’s going in up your bum – up your virgin bottom, Jasmine, to get you ready for my cock. How’s it going to feel, with your sweet little cunt empty and a great big cock up your bottom? Or maybe I’ll stick the cucumber back up your cunt while I bugger you, how would that be? But for now …’
He pulled the cucumber free, leaving his now rock- hard erection alone for a moment as he added more olive oil and touched the smooth, bulbous, green tip to her anus. She gave a muted sob as he pushed and her ring began to respond to the pressure, the fleshy pink corona first sinking in slightly and then coming slowly open on the shaft of the cucumber. Adam watched, fascinated by the way her hole stretched and spread as she was penetrated, by the way her cunt and the muscles of her buttocks responded, and by the sheer rudeness and intimacy of it all. He could guess that her head was full of shame at what was being done to her, and that she’d like him to talk to her in order to make it even worse.
‘You’ve come a long way since you just used to have your little bottom smacked, haven’t you, Jasmine?’ he began. ‘Remember how it used to be, over that dirty old bastard’s lap with your panties down while he spanked you? And you couldn’t help enjoying it, could you, because you’re a dirty little bitch at heart, aren’t you? A brat and a bitch, that’s you, Jasmine. Imagine, panties down over an old man’s lap, and look where it got you – on your back with your legs apart and my cock up your virgin cunt-hole, Jasmine, taking you … taking your precious virginity and spunking up in your cunt. Well now it’s your bumhole, Jasmine – same man, same cock, but up your sweet little bottom.’
As he spoke, he eased the cucumber slowly in and out, a little deeper each time, until it was wedged well in her hole, its knobbly surface giving it purchase. His erection was straining in his pants and a few quick tugs would have left her upturned bottom soiled with come, but he was determined to do justice to her and picked up the belt once more. She seemed to be lost in ecstasy, her mouth stretched wide on the intruding dildo, her cunt glossy with olive oil and her own juices, her anus a tight pink ring around the shaft of the cucumber.
Her muscles tightened as the belt smacked down across her cheeks and her legs and arms jerked in the leather straps, but she kept her mouth open around the dildo and made no effort to resist. Adam gave her another smack and then a third, setting up a hard, even rhythm, guiding the belt through one hand and lashing it down across her flesh with the other. Her cunt begun to contract, pushing out thick white juice from her hole, with her arse clenching on the cucumber to make the flesh of her ring glisten in the light. Realising that she was close to orgasm, Adam laid the belt in harder and lower, to jam the vegetable up her bottom with every stroke and send harsh jolts to her well-spread cunt.
‘You’re going to come, aren’t you, you dirty little bitch?’ he drawled. You’re going to come because you’re being beaten, because you’re naked and strapped up tight and your bottom’s being whipped. You little slut, Jasmine, you filthy little tart, getting off on a beating … getting off on having your virgin bumhole prepared for buggering … getting off on the thought of my cock up your bumhole, which is exactly what you’re going to get.’
And now she was coming, her muscles locked in orgasm as her bottom quivered under his belt, and he gave her a final few strokes, as hard as he could, to finish her off before jerking down his fly. Dropping the belt, he freed his cock, pulling urgently on the shaft as he guided it towards and then up her dripping cunt, entering her while she was still going through the contractions of her climax. He nearly came, and had to pull out quickly to stop himself wasting his spunk in the wrong hole.
‘Now your bumhole, you darling little slut,’ he grated, pulling on the end of the cucumber.
As she began to come down from her orgasm, Jasmine let the dildo slip from her mouth, then gave a sharp, pained gasp as the cucumber popped free of her arse. Adam ignored her, pressing his cock to the pink, now gaping hole that led up into her body. Her anus gave, opening up slowly around the meat of his helmet as he pushed in, but only so far, leaving him with gritted teeth and Jasmine sobbing and clutching at the frame of the fucking machine.
‘Christ, you are tight – maybe too tight!’
‘I’m not too tight,’ Jasmine protested. ‘You’re too big, you great oaf!’
Adam slapped her bottom and she shut up, but he pulled back out. Taking up the olive oil, he poured a liberal helping over his shaft and helmet and rather more into her open hole, until it overflowed and began to trickle down into her cunt. She made a noise of mock disgust in her throat at the sensation, but quickly raised and tilted her bottom, making her anus open like a wet, pink rose. Adam put his cock to it again and pushed, once more going in only a little way before she tightened on his meat, but he was almost there. Another push and a sharp cry from Jasmine and he was inside, her ring now tight on the neck of his penis.
‘Got you,’ he sighed. ‘That’s it – no more virginity in either hole, and now I’m going to bugger you.’
‘That is so good,’ he sighed as his balls finally met the wet, squashy flesh of her empty cunt. ‘So good – like pussy only tighter, and you really should see yourself, with your sweet little cheeks splayed open and your arsehole stretched out around my cock-shaft. And how does it feel for you, Jasmine darling, with my cock up your bottom?’
She answered with what might have been a sigh of ecstasy or a groan of despair but didn’t pull back from the dildo, still sucking earnestly on the fat rubber shaft as he continued to bugger her, and to talk.
‘I bet it’s good, isn’t it? I bet it feels nice, and even nicer because you know how rude it is to let a man up your bottom, don’t you? How dirty … how utterly filthy. Such a pretty girl – a girl who was going to be married in white just a few weeks ago, and now you’ve got a big, fat cock up your bottom-hole, Jasmine, you little slut, you lovely, filthy little slut …’
He lost control, grabbing her hips and ramming himself as deep up her bottom as he could go, and again, his hard thrusts had her clawing, kicking and gagging on the dildo, her entire body jerking to their rhythm. Adam snatched up the belt and cracked it down across her already badly welted bottom, the fingers of his other hand digging into her flesh as he began to thrash her, his cock pumping furiously hard into her body. Then, suddenly still, he gave her the final indignity of her buggering – he spunked up in her rectum.
His eyes had been locked on her body as he’d used her, but they closed as he came, with his head thrown back and his mouth wide in a long cry of pure bliss. Now everything was forgotten but the ecstasy of the moment as he played back what he’d done to her in his mind – stripping her and fixing her to the machine; groping and beating her; lubricating her anus with the oil and sodomising her with the cucumber to get her ready; fucking her and making her come as he thrashed her; and finally forcing his cock in up her tight little bumhole to take her anal virginity before coming deep inside her.
‘That’s it, you’re done,’ he sighed as he began to move back, ‘and so am I.’
Jasmine released the dildo and grimaced as he eased his length out of her arse, but said nothing. Adam flopped back onto the bed, watching as her bottom-hole closed slowly to form a wet, pink polyp, like a pair of lips pursed for a kiss … only to open once again. Fluid squeezed out to run down into her open vagina and along the slit of her vulva, between lips puffy and swollen with arousal – a sight at once exquisitely desirable and utterly obscene.
‘Could you untie me now, please?’ Jasmine said at last. ‘I need the loo.’
Adam hastened to unfasten her straps, then followed her into the bathroom to clean up. She seemed a little ashamed of herself at first, which he found rather charming, but once she’d washed and pulled on a pair of panties and a clean dress, she returned to her normal, bubbly self, teasing him for the way he’d handled her and joking about the state of her bottom.
‘… so Mark’s just going to have to wait,’ she finished. ‘I’m not even sure if I dare sit down, you pig, and it feels like I’m going to go in my panties at any second.’
Adam laughed and dropped down onto the sofa, one arm held out to offer her a cuddle. She accepted, nestling into his side with her head on his chest and her body curled up, one hand reaching back to stroke her bruised bottom.
‘That was nice,’ she sighed after a moment, ‘and so dirty. Thank you.’
‘Any time,’ he assured her. ‘And I don’t suppose Steelhand would have done as well.’
‘No,’ Jasmine agreed, ‘although I would have had Lucy to hold me, and maybe Della too, and he has this sort of stern way about him, like there’s no going back. But you’re much nicer, and you did have me first. Do you really love me?’
‘Yes,’ Adam told her, hoping she’d answer in kind, but she merely snuggled up to him a little more tightly.
‘Could I ask a small favour?’ he said after a while. ‘I appreciate that you love your freedom, and I don’t mind you playing with other people, but could you ask first, please? Especially if you want to go to Mark.’
Jasmine didn’t respond immediately but stayed as she was, now fiddling with one of the buttons on his shirt, only to give a sudden, happy answer.
‘OK, that’s fair. And now I’m hungry. Is there anything to eat?’
‘Cucumber salad?’ Adam suggested.
‘What do you mean you were too sore?’ Steelhand demanded.
‘I was too sore,’ Jasmine repeated. ‘Adam decided he wanted me first, you see, and I wanted to be beaten as well as bum-fucked, and I suppose we got a bit carried away, so there wasn’t any point in my coming over to you. I was too sore.’
For once, Steelhand seemed lost for words and took a pull from the bottle of beer he held instead of replying. Adam turned to speak to the barman, deliberately ignoring Steelhand but very much aware of the other’s presence. He’d been hoping Steelhand wouldn’t be at the fetish market, or that Jasmine would want to do something else with her Sunday, but she had insisted on coming. Despite that, having been the one who had taken Jasmine’s anal virginity, he now felt more in control and inclined to compromise, but it was difficult to know what to say and he feigned absorption in the simple act of ordering his drinks.
The barman filled the order with his usual efficiency while Steelhand waited, brooding, but as Adam turned to pass Jasmine her drink, Elaine and Caroline approached, hand in hand, before breaking apart for an exchange of kisses.
‘What’s the matter?’ Caroline asked as she drew back from Steelhand’s half-hearted peck.
‘I’m really not sure,’ he answered, ‘or what I’m going to do about it, but it seems that a certain somebody doesn’t understand proper etiquette, or good manners.’
‘How do you mean?’ Elaine asked.
‘You friend here,’ said Steelhand, indicating Adam. ‘He seems to think it’s acceptable to take one of my girls and use her in a fashion I had reserved for myself. I think you’d better explain things to him before I hit him.’
‘Don’t be silly,’ she chided. ‘What have you done, Adam?’
‘He bum-fucked me,’ Jasmine supplied happily. ‘Mark wanted to be the first.’
‘I’m confused,’ Caroline put in. ‘I know you went with Mark, Jasmine, but you’re with Adam, aren’t you? Or have things changed?’
‘No,’ Adam stated.
‘Yes,’ Steelhand countered. ‘Jasmine was with me at the last Dark Angels and agreed to take my collar. Mr Mistoffelees doesn’t seem to get what that means.’
‘Jasmine didn’t understand, that’s all,’ Adam said. ‘And relax, will you? You can still play with her, although I’d appreciate it if you asked me first.’
‘You expect me to ask?’ Steelhand retorted. ‘I do not ask permission, ever, least of all from you.’
‘I think you’ll find you have to,’ Adam insisted. ‘At least if you want to play with Jasmine again. Jasmine?’
‘It’s only fair, Mark,’ Jasmine answered with an embarrassed shrug. ‘Sorry.’
Steelhand didn’t answer her but instead turned slowly to Adam.
‘Do you want to challenge me?’
‘How do you mean, challenge you?’
‘To challenge my authority. I’m suggesting a duel, Mephistopheles. You’ve insulted me, you’ve stolen a woman who had promised to be mine, and I want satisfaction.’
‘A duel?’ Adam retorted. ‘Don’t be ridiculous. This is the twenty-first century, not the eighteenth!’
‘Should that matter? I don’t play by the normal rules, Mephistopheles. Besides, duels need not be fatal. First blood will suit me well enough.’
‘First blood?’ Adam echoed, horrified.
‘Yes, unless you lack the courage to go through with it? I should warn you, though, I’ve fought before, twice – once against a man who accused me of cheating and once to defend a lady’s honour against an Italian count. I also won a Blue in fencing while I was at Cambridge.’
‘Rubbish!’ Adam snapped, finally losing his patience. ‘I don’t suppose you were even at Cambridge, and as for Italian counts …’
‘Are you calling me a liar?’ Steelhand cut in, his voice now quiet.
‘Yes,’ Adam replied. ‘As Elaine will vouch, I really was at Oxford, studying zoology as an undergraduate at St Michael’s College, and genetics as a graduate, at Newton. My tutor was Dr Burling and you’re welcome to check any of those facts. Would you care to supply me with the equivalent details from your time at Cambridge?’
‘You’re evading the issue,’ Steelhand answered. ‘Are you going to fight me or not?’
‘I know what you’re trying to do, Mark,’ Adam went on. ‘You know I’ll back down and you’ll end up looking like the big man, so fine – I accept.’
‘Are you two really going to fight?’ Jasmine asked. ‘Over me?’
She was obviously delighted by the idea, but Elaine cut in before either man could reply.
‘For goodness sake, grow up, both of you – and Jasmine, don’t be such a little bitch.’
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