TEASED, TIED AND TORMENTED

by Teased, Tied

  “MMMGGG,” the unintelligible garble coming from her stretched lips, her mouth filled with his growing erection. His tongue had found her clit, feeling as if she was struck with a cattle prod shooting through the swollen nub. Her thigh muscles flexed as she struggled to contain the lust in her loins. She sucked his cock deeper into her mouth in appreciation, choking when the thick helmet of his cock blocked the opening of her throat.

  It was as though she was trying to swallow up his cock whole, her mouth sucking it deep even as his hips thrust forward. He felt the head of his cock slammed into the back of her mouth, but she pulled back then forward again, this time the head of cock compressed as it almost had enough force to breach her throat.

  Collette couldn’t stop the moans of pleasure as his tongue worked her pussy into a sexual frenzy. She was flooding his face with her juices, but he eagerly and expertly licked at her whole mound, not leaving an inch of her intimate flesh unexplored by his tongue. She never felt such pleasure, and she rewarded Jorge the next time he thrust his cock into her willing mouth. She fought all her muscles as the large head banged against the tiny opening to her throat. “GGGGLLLUGH!” Her stomach turned as she choked, but she struggled to keep her head pinned against him, his cock slowly forced into the tightness of her throat. It almost felt like she had a clit in her throat, the head of his cock touching something deep inside as her throat was slowly forced to open and accept the hardness of his cock. She felt a pleasure in the submission of her mouth and throat to his pounding cock. His tongue took broad strokes up and down her slit, moving to her clit, sucking it into his mouth then back down to her pussy and shoving in like a cock through the tight hole of her pussy. She felt the stubble on his face scratching her skin raw, but that only added to her pleasure, stinging erotically.

  He pushed harder next time; the head of his cock feeling like it was being forced into the short end of a funnel as it breached her throat. He started to pull back, but then he felt it. Her hips were moving beneath his mouth, grinding up against his tongue as she surrendered to her lust. He shoved harder with his cock next time, the head of his cock pushing into the tiny opening of her throat until she gagged, her mouth opening wide, her throat opening up and swallowing up his cock head. He never felt anything like it, her throat muscles rippling up and down his cock like thousands of fingers coaxing the cum from his balls.

  She squirmed shamelessly when his tongue moved down her crack. She swallowed more of his cock into her throat when she felt the hot, wet tongue running over her anus, shocked when he touched her there. How could he lick me there? How could I allow it? She fought as much as she could, but she couldn’t deny that she had nerve endings around her anal ring that were crying out in pleasure as his tongue worked over the clenching muscles of her anus. His fingers rubbed her clit as his tongue worked its way into her anus, feeling her anal ring forced to open as his wet tongue slid into her rectum. It moved back and forth inside her, like a tiny snake. She gulped as her throat strained under the assault of his cock, the head of his cock swallowed into her once-virgin throat. She never expected to be able to take a man in her throat this way, but she never expected a man to eat her ass as Jorge was doing.

  Jorge fucked her mouth and throat, hard and deep, but she took it all. He lapped at the tart mouth of her anus, finally breaching the tight hole with his tongue as her muscles tried to force it out. He rubbed her clit furiously, knowing that he wouldn’t last much longer, wanting her to cum on his mouth at the same time.

  She was about ready to explode, Jorge doing the unexpected that drove her over the edge. His tongue slipped out of her ass hole but quickly replaced with a finger that moved all the way up to the knuckle in her ass hole. Surprised it didn’t hurt, just humiliating to have a man’s finger in such a place. His mouth latched onto her clit and her ass hole willingly accepted a second finger joined by the first in ever-widening circles as they fought the contractions of her violated muscles.

  He felt her inner muscles grip his fingers with such pressure, squeezing and releasing them as he expanded the tight hole with his fingers. He moved back to her clit, sucking it into his mouth as his lips grabbed tightly around it to keep it from escaping. His tongue lashed out at the trapped bud as he pulled his cock from her throat. He heard her gasping for air as it popped free.

  Her heated body was ready to explode, Jorge pulling from her throat, feeling the head of his cock grow in anticipation of cumming. She braced for the gallons of cum that would fill her body. She lost control of her mind and body, letting the pure pleasure of Jorge’s demanding cock and fingers take her body away. She felt his cock swell, and then the first load of his hot crème invaded her mouth.

  “EEEEEE, swallow my cum,” Jorge demanded, his mouth still sucking her clit, wanting her to swallow load after load as he came. Her tongue licked eagerly on his spewing cock as he emptied his balls into her willing mouth.

  She thrashed as her ass hole was fingered, and her clit was sucked so much, it felt like he was tearing it from her body. Yet the moment he came, she came with him, her body exploding in a sea of lights in her head as she felt his tongue begin to lap up her abundant cum. Her throat bobbed continuously as she tried to swallow his copious seed, but each time, his cock would fill her mouth again.

  Jorge rested lightly on top of Collette, his shrinking cock still between her lips. His face was coated with her juices, the smell of sex and sweat filling the room. Her ass muscles still fought his fingers, finally pulling them out, her anal ring sliding reluctantly closed when they pulled out. His body creaked when he got off of her, looking at Collette for the last time, licking his drying cum from her lips. They didn’t say anything as they dressed, Collette ashamed once her ardor died.

  She kissed his cheek, even though she knew her lips were touching her own juices or maybe because of it. “Thank you for everything, Jorge.”

  “Thank you, Collette. I have memories that are burned in my brain.”

  She walked out, taking the last of her things home. She didn’t know whether to feel sexually alive after five years of celibacy or should she feel like a whore that just traded her body for a future. Both of them excited her.

  CHAPTER 4

  Men, Demanding Men

  It was finally time to leave. Lola was home first, Cherry would be home soon, her mom last. They were all packed, Lola going outside to look around for the last time.

  “Hi, Lola. I haven’t seen you around much. I’ve been looking for you.”

  “Been busy, we are leaving for Venezuela today. For good.” She still remembered the time with Salvador and how he made her cum, but also, the feel of his cock in her hand before they were interrupted.

  “I heard you were leaving, didn’t think it was so soon.” He walked up onto the porch next to her. “Anyone home now?”

  “No,” not thinking when she answered. She felt him come close to her.

  He grabbed her hand, standing behind the porch so no one would see. He pushed her hand against his cock.

  She was shocked when he grabbed her hand and she was forced to touch his cock. He held her tight, Lola unable to pull it away. She felt the cock in his pants twitching in pleasure. Am I making it do that?

  “Curl your fingers around it, Lola.”

  He spread her fingers until she felt the thick shaft beneath them. It was so big. She pinched it, feeling it flex again. He began to move her hand up and down, Lola keeping her fingers tightly on the shaft. She was masturbating him in the open. It was so long, feeling the thick head as she got to the end. She pinched harder, another flex of his cock as if it had a mind of its own and it was trying to get free. She looked down when she heard the hiss of his zipper going down, her hand thrust into his pants, feeling his hot cock only separated by his shorts.

  “You ready to go.”

  The voice shocked her back to reality. It was Cherry. Lola pulled her hand out of his pants and Salvador rushed to pull up his zipper before Cherry walked up the stairs. She blush
ed deep red when Cherry looked at her.

  “We have things to do, Salvador. Say goodbye,” she said rudely. She grinned when she saw the bulge in his pants. He would be jerking himself off tonight.

  “Bye, Lola.” Salvador walked off mad.

  “Be careful, Lola.” That is all Cherry said to her sister. She had to learn herself.

  Lola didn’t respond to her sister. She always seemed to know everything, especially about boys. While Lola was nervous with them, Cherry led them on leashes. She wondered how her mother was. Is she like Cherry or me?

  “You got a half hour to get ready before the cab is here?” Collette was excited. “Get your ass going, we can’t be late.”

  The cab honked the horn impatiently. “Come on.”

  Cherry came out dragging her suitcase. They had already shipped most of their belongings, only taking the last of their clothes. She was wearing a skirt and blouse, a pair of low shoes for the long trip. “I’m ready.”

  “Get in the cab, I’ll get your sister and lock the door.” Collette was wearing a skirt and pullover. It would be warm there, but she knew enough about Venezuelan men and how a woman should dress in Venezuela. She didn’t want to start out offending everyone.

  She went to Lola’s door, swinging it open. She was just starting to walk out. She couldn’t believe it, Lola looking like she was walking down to the corner store, not flying thirty-five hundred miles to start a new life in a foreign country. She had on a pair of jean shorts, sandals and a short-sleeve pullover that hugged her breasts. “I thought I told you to dress?”

  The cab horn blared again. It was too late. She would have to go the way she was. Hopefully, they would forgive her because of her young age. “Never mind, get into the cab.”

  Lola got into the front seat, quiet all the way to the airport. She knew her mother was mad at her lack of dress, but she didn’t want to wear a skirt for over twelve hours of flying. She looked respectable, not sure why she objected to it.

  They were in line for boarding before Collette could say anything to Lola in a civil tongue. “I wished you didn’t wear that, Lola. I told you.”

  “Yes, Mom,” knowing it was useless to try to argue with her. Especially since Lola had won.

  The first leg of the flight was over eight hours before they landed in San Jose, Costa Rica. There was an hour between flights, but they still had to hurry to catch the connecting flight. Lola was glad to be wearing the shorts, the heat stifling, even inside the airport, the air conditioning barely able to cool the air below a hundred degrees. She was glad the plane finally took off, the air conditioner blowing on her sweat-drenched body.

  Collette dozed off on the second flight, another four hours before they reached Barcelona. She was glad she cooled off in the airplane. She looked at Lola, seeing her smiling smugly in her shorts. Maybe Collette worried too much; maybe Barcelona would be like the United States.

  They got off the plane and into the terminal. It wasn’t so much the heat but the humidity. Their clothes began to stick to their bodies. They were ushered over into the lines for customs. “Stay together. Remember what I told you about men here. These are soldiers. You don’t want to run into trouble with them. Just do what they say.” Collette hoped that everything went smoothly.

  The lines for customs were long and slow. By the time they moved to the front, they had been there for an hour. There were three soldiers, all of them carrying machine guns. They were ushering the people into three separate hallways. Cherry wondered what was down the hallways. She moved closer to her mother.

  “You, get in that line, you in the second line, you stay here.” His voice was gruff. His shirt was ringed with large sweat spots under his arms, his forehead sweating.

  “We’re together,” Collette said quietly, not wanting to offend him.

  “Do as I said!” He looked at them, Americans. They thought they could do anything.

  “They’re my daughters. We want to be together.” Collette began to plead as Lola and Cherry began to get frightened looks in their eyes.

  He walked up until he overpowered Collette with his stature. He grabbed the front of her top and pulled her closer to him until she could smell his breath beating down on her.

  “Would you like some of my special treatment? I give it only to American women. I’ll teach you how to treat a man.”

  “Plleeasee,” her voice trembling, but one of the soldiers was already pushing Lola and Cherry into the other lines. “Donnn’t,” she begged.

  “I’ll take care of this, Sergeant.”

  She looked up to see an officer standing before them. His uniform was neat, not a drop of sweat on him. He was lean and muscular.

  “What seems to be the problem?”

  “I want to go with my daughters. They are young and in a strange country. They’re afraid.” Collette was scared as much as they were, but she had to keep a brave face on her.

  “Are you visiting?”

  “No, we are moving here. I work for Petrolera Ameriven.” She was hoping that the company name would help.

  “Have you worked for the company before?” He knew the president very well.

  “Yes, five years in the United States. I just transferred here.” Her breathing began to return. He seemed to be a reasonable man, not like the sergeant.

  “Then you should know your place. How about your daughters, do they?” She was a good-looking woman, but his eyes were on the two young girls that were standing next to her. One in skirt and blouse, a nice figure underneath it, dressed for a man’s pleasure. The other was younger, dressed in shorts and a pullover. It looked like she was going to the beach. She might be young, but she had a nice body, she just needed a bit of training first.

  “They don’t know the ways of your country, but I will teach them.” She knew exactly what he meant.

  “Come with me, I will take care of you. All of you at once, if that is the way you want it.”

  “Thank you; I don’t know how to thank you enough.”

  “You will get no special privileges. I will just allow you to be together in the room.” He was gruff with her, but he wanted her to realize that she still had to contend with customs, the company could not help her.

  “Come, girls.” She whispered to the girls as they walked down the hall following the officer. “Don’t do anything to offend them anymore. You’re going to have to follow their orders.” She was afraid of what was going to happen, but at least she would be there for them. Four other guards followed them, Collette feeling their gazes burning on her ass even though she couldn’t see them.

  Captain Molina opened the door, the room empty. “Step inside.” He walked over to the desk in the front of the room, sitting behind it. “What is your name?” He looked at Lola.

  “Lola,” her voice barely audible. He was so big and strong. He looked dangerous.

  “You’re first.”

  “Let me go first,” Collette begged. “The girls are scared.” She had tears in her eyes as she said it. At least they would know what was going to happen, Collette fearing more than they would.

  “Very well, I am amenable. Your name?”

  “Collette.”

  “You two sit down on the bench and have your passport ready,” He instructed the girls. He watched as they sat down, admiring the lean, long legs of the older one. He liked a girl in a skirt. Especially when passing through customs. It made it easier and quicker. The four guards stood over them, intimidating them.

  He sat behind the desk. “Stand there,” pointing to the line in front of the desk. “Give me your passport and your purse.” She put them on the table. “Step back behind the line!” She immediately moved back to the line and stood there. “Stand up straight, Collette.” He watched as her back went rigid. Even her breasts pushed out. Her thighs were clenched tightly together. Someone had taught her to serve a man. He went back to her passport, taking his time while she stood almost at attention. He emptied her purse on the table, so much stuff for one
woman to carry. He looked through it, even opening the lipstick and taking out her tampons and laying them on the table. He took his time. He finally stood up. “Step over here, Collette.”

  She walked over to the table close to the girls. When he stopped, she did.

  “I’m going to search your for illegal contrabands. You Americans are known to smuggle drugs. You’d be surprised what I find on some of the American tourists passing through. You bring in drugs to pollute our society.”

  She knew what he was going to do, but there was nothing she could do about it, except suffer the humiliation. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Face your daughters. Put your hands behind your head and lace your fingers.” She did it quickly. She had a nice body. “Elbows out to the sides, Collette.”

  She did it, knowing it was sticking her breasts out brazenly, but that is what he wanted. She saw her frightened daughters’ eyes staring at her, knowing that they would be next. She could feel him coming behind her then she felt him press up against her. His hands went to her hips when she automatically tried to pull away.

  “Stay still, Collette,” he whispered softly into her ear. He pressed his cock into her ass. “Push back,” he ordered her so the girls couldn’t hear. They would have their chance soon enough. She had a delightful ass that rubbed on his cock as she pushed back.

  His hands held her hips against him, feeling a massive cock pushed into her butt. She held still as his hands left her hips and slid up her sides, Collette fighting the urge to move away as his hands tickled.

  Cherry and Lola were shocked as the soldier touched their mother as she posed for him as if she were welcoming his unwanted advances. Cherry couldn’t understand why her mother pushed her butt back against him, sure that she was met by his erection. She watched as his large hands slowly ran up the front of her body until they curled under her breasts, hugging them in his large palms. Her mother should be shocked, but she held still as his hands slowly encircled her breasts and squeezed them. Is this what she meant by obeying them? Will I have to allow him to do the same thing to me? He was an older man, mid-forties, he probably only desired her mother because she was older. He would probably just let them go. Why would he want to do that to Lola or me?