by Teased, Tied
“Then make believe that three of my friends are sitting on the couch in front of you. Call them Julio, Dilan and Louis. They are older men that enjoy a young girl. Imagine how humiliating it will be for you to show them your naked body.”
It sounded silly, but she couldn’t deny how wet her pussy was. He would soon know her secret when she had to take her panties off, no use lying about it.
“Open your blouse and pull it to the sides, Cherry.”
“Don’t make me do this.” She protested as she would have if three strange men were watching her, yet her fingers were already working the buttons open. She made short work of it, pulling it back to reveal her bra. She arched her back and thrust out her breasts for all the men to see her.
He noticed that her chest was a light pink. She was really feeling the shame. He moved closer to her, his hands sliding over her belly. She shook suddenly when he touched her. “It’s only my hands, Cherry.” His hands slid up until they cradled the soft underbelly of her beautiful breasts. She still had her bra on, but he was sure that Derek would rid her of it by tomorrow. His hands moved higher until they both engulfed one of her breasts. He squeezed, rewarded with a soft moan. “You have firm, ripe breasts, Cherry.”
“Thank you, I’m glad all of you like them.” She was glad the four men like her body. His hands squeezed her breasts, powerful hands that made the trapped nipples jerk to sudden erection, the tips so sensitive. Just like the man the other day.
He explored all of her bra-encased breasts, his hands sliding down the front of her cleavage until goose bumps appeared on her pink skin. His fingers slid deep between them and teased the smooth, silky flesh. “The men want to see them naked, Cherry.”
She was enjoying this game. She almost began to believe that the men were sitting in front of her. “Why are you making me do this?” Her hands reached around and unsnapped the bra. Her fingers slid the straps off of her shoulders and down her arms. She imagined what it was like for Lola when she had to do that for the captain, how humiliating it must have felt for all the men to see her bare her breasts to complete strangers. She looked out into the foggy haze in front of her, almost able to see the men waiting to see her bare her breasts for them. She let the bra slip down, her hands in her lap as she felt the shameful flush run over her upper body.
“Very nice, Cherry. Put your hands behind you and arch your back. Stick out your lovely tits. I am going to inspect them intimately, and I want them thrust out into my hands.”
She put her arms behind her, her back straining. She pushed out her chest until her nipples were almost pointed to the ceiling. She felt so sinful, teasing the men with her provocative pose. She trembled, waiting for the explosive touch of his fingers on her nipples. She could feel them growing as if they were reaching out for his touch.
He wet his fingertips, each one poised over her nipples. “Push them out just a little more until you feel my fingers.”
She arched her back once more then cried out. “EEEEWWWW!” She felt two wet fingers touch her nipples so lightly as if they were burned by them. The blood rushed to the tips as they ached from the pounding blood. She kept pushing her breasts out farther, but he pulled back, only the slightest touch on them not satisfying her. Her back was arched in a deep bow, her breasts thrust out like twin headlights into the night, searching out the touch of his fingers. “Please, touch them, please,” she begged.
“I want to pinch them hard. Is that okay, Cherry? You want a man to take possession of them, to abuse them if that is his pleasure.”
“Yes, anything, pinch them, pull them, twist them, just touch them before I go crazy.” She could hardly sit still in her seat.
“EEEEWWWWW!” She cried out in the quiet room, her shriek bouncing off the walls. She felt his fingers, feeling like her nipples were trapped in a steel vise, gripped tightly and compressed as the fingers gripped them tighter. It hurt deep in her breasts, but it was a good hurt that raced between her legs. “Yes, do what you want with them, just touch them!” She was crazy with lust.
She looked down to see her shapely breasts pulled harshly out of shape, her nipples elongated, Doc’s fingers feeling like pliers on her trapped flesh. The nerve endings around her nipples were crying out, Doc twisting them until the brown flesh was gnarled. It felt like he was trying to pull her off the chair by her nipples, yet her hands only clenched the edge of the chair, letting him have his way with her. “Stop, don’t stop!” Her ass began to rise up off the chair as her nipples stretched to outrageous proportions. He suddenly released them, Cherry looking down at her nipples, blood red and throbbing with blood again. The pain was gone, only the ache remaining. What would it feel like if all four men did that to my breasts at once? She could almost feel them touching her breasts with their hard, demanding hands until she ached with desire.
Isaac brought over the small glass of ice cubes. He took the first cube and moved it toward one of her swollen nipples.
She could feel it before it touched her. It was as if a cold arctic breeze was about to blow across her hot, throbbing nipples. Then it hit her, feeling as if he used a hot branding iron on her nipple. The pain shot through the tip and deep into her chest. “AAAHHHHH!” It turned from hot to freezing cold, her nipple growing numb from it. She could feel cold water dripping down onto her naked stomach. Doc began to move it around, Cherry finally opening up her eyes to see the melting cube of ice racing around her nipple and areola with its painful touch. It melted quickly from her heated body, but she heard the clanging of another cube in a glass and then her other nipple was branded with the frigid cold as she screamed out in sheer agony. Her body shook from the cold, Doc rubbing it all over her nipple until it grew numb with cold.
Isaac pulled the ice away from her other nipple, never seeing such hard nipples jutting out from a girl before. They were so large. He had to go on, the targets too easy to pass up. “You ever have your nipple clamped, Cherry? I need to test their elasticity.”
“NNNOOO,” but she knew she was about to feel it. Hopefully, her throbbing nipples were still frozen from the ice. She looked down, able to see the first clamp move to her breast. He hefted up her breast with one hand, rubbing the opened clamp over the very tip of her nipple until she felt the sharp teeth scratching the nerve-rich tips like a knife. He didn’t wait, seeing the twin edges of the clamp encircle her swollen nipple then felt the sharp snap as they closed around her tip and bite into the flesh with painful intensity. “EEEWWW!” Tears fell from her eyes as she endured the pain, the throbbing finally going away until there was only a dull ache in her breast. She saw her other nipple rubbed with the second clamp, the sharp snap and her scream in the distance as the sharp teeth bore into the tips like knives. “Oh, they hurt so much,” she cried out, but made no attempt to take them off. She couldn’t do that.
“We’re enjoying your pain, Cherry.” Isaac grabbed each nipple clamp and pulled them up until her trapped nipples were stretched and pinched by the unyielding teeth that bit into the tender nerve endings with such a painful ferocity.
She was sure her nipples were ruined before he took them off. She was wrong when he pulled the first one off, hoping for the pain to go away. Instead, the blood rushed quickly into the tips with searing pain. It was only his fingers twisting her nipples that made the pain go away. But she had to endure the other one in the same painful way. She finally felt the relief as his fingers stroked her nipples. They were so sensitive, not sure if they hurt or felt good. “Thank you, Doc. Your fingers feel so good on them.” She had already forgotten that he was the one that inflicted the horrific pain in the first place.
“Stand up now, Cherry. I want you to take off your skirt then your panties. I know it’s embarrassing to do it in front of us, but we want to see all of your young treasures.”
She stood up, looking at the couch, actually seeing the men staring at her. Her imagination was so vivid. Her body flushed as she opened up her skirt and let it drop to the floor. She stood in front of
the men in her panties, just as Lola did at customs.
“The panties now, I want you naked.”
Doc was insistent, her fingers sliding into the waist band of her panties, slowly sliding them down over her hips. She felt a twinge of excitement as the panties slid over her bush and excited the follicles in her mound. She stepped out of them, standing naked, shivering in the cold.
“On the lounge chair, Cherry. Get comfortable; I am going to inspect you intimately.” He saw her naked body sliding nosily along the leather chair until she was stretched out. Her thighs were clamped tightly together. He had the blindfold in his hand. “You need the blindfold now. I am going to shine a bright light between your legs so we can see deep inside you. You will be very open.”
They were going to peer up into the very soul of her body, sure that her legs would be spread wide, just as Lola’s were. She didn’t see any stirrups on the chair, but there were four men, more than enough to force her thighs apart and stare obscenely inside her. She welcomed the blindfold, but her imagination was worse, conjuring up what they were doing and seeing of her.
Isaac didn’t need to turn the lights on yet, but he wanted her opened first before he unveiled her pussy to the three men. Unseen, the back of the chair had two hooks. He took out the two elastic straps; one end having a circle tied to it that would fit snuggly into the hook, the other had an elastic strap that would encircle her ankle. The elastic was powerful; she would have to fight with her thigh muscles to keep the strap from pulling her legs over her head. She would tire easily, until her pussy was tilted up at a convenient angle so Isaac could begin to measure her. First the depth of her pussy, then the girth. He had a specially designed dildo that would blow up inside her. First, it would extend to the maximum depth until it pushed painfully against her cervix. He would take the calculation, but then it would blow up from the sides, expanding the girth of the dildo, especially at the tight knot of her opening, stretching her until it could go no larger. They would find out how big of a cock she could take inside her without doing any permanent damage.
She felt his hands on her ankle, feeling something wrapped around it, feeling like an elastic band. He didn’t force her to open her legs, moving to the other side, feeling the same thing. This wasn’t so bad, her thighs still together, keeping their prying eyes from looking inside her.
“Now relax your legs and this will go easier,” he warned her, but none of the girls took the advice. They fought it until their muscles surrendered. Isaac would like it no other way, enjoying the fruitless struggle of the girls to protect their modesty.
She felt one leg pulled up toward her head, struggling as she felt her legs parting. Doc tugged hard then she felt the tension release, then there was a powerful force that pulled her leg over her head. Her thigh muscles fought it. The other leg was pulled up, Cherry panicking when she felt the lips of her pussy being pulled apart as her legs were spread and drawn up over her head. She saw the image of Lola the other day with the young soldier spreading her back and wide so far that her crotch was split up the middle, his gaze at her pussy as it flowered open in surrender. The muscles in her other leg fought the pressure, feeling the spasms in her thighs begin. It felt like two of the men were in a constant battle against each other to see how far they could spread her open. She was losing the battle, her legs rising up, moving high over her head, her body sinking into the couch, but her ass slowly rolled up as her body bent in half. She felt something go around her waist, like a belt, keeping her body from rolling up too far. She could feel the cold air of the room blowing up inside her. She heard a click then felt the heat of a powerful light shining on her mound. She knew she was lit up lewdly for all to see.
“Relax while I test your muscles.”
“No, no,” she cried out when she felt his fingers pulling her pussy open wider. He wasn’t wearing gloves. All doctors wore gloves when they put their fingers in a girl. “You don’t have gloves on, please!” She begged him, but the fingers began to enter her.
“I like to feel the heat and wetness of a girl, gloves mask that. And you are very hot, wet and tight. Are you enjoying this? I know the men have such a delightful view of your open cunt, Cherry.” He described her crudely to invoke greater humiliation. It worked, her body began to turn a shameful pink and a thin sheen of sweat began to coat her silky skin. “Yes, so tight in there, Cherry.” He pushed one finger in, touching the tight walls of her elastic passage. She might have been fucked, but not much or by anyone very big. The exam would determine who would be fucking her by how big of a cock she could take. The three men in front of her hoped it would be one of them, All of them long or thick or both, the need for a special girl that could accommodate them. They didn’t want to be gentle or slow, wanting the girl to be able to take the full measure of their cock in any manner they wanted, though they didn’t want to kill her with their weapons.
“Take your finger out, please, not in front of them.” She knew her pussy was getting wetter, his finger making more noise as he vigorously began to finger fuck her.
“A little more, Cherry, one more finger to make sure you are stretched enough.” His finger pulled out, but when he pushed back in, two fingers were pinned together as he twisted them in her tight hole. Once inside, he opened them up, testing the elasticity of her hole. He put them together, the soft walls shrinking down almost instantly. “Very good, Cherry. Clench your pussy muscles onto my finger so I can see how powerful your muscles are.” She didn’t do it right away, most girls refusing the first time. A sharp slap on one upraised ass cheek provoked her muscles to clench on his finger involuntarily. “Are you going to do it or should I sting your other ass cheek?” He felt her muscles clench. “Hold it as long as you can,” he urged her. She held his finger in the tight grip of her pussy longer than any other girl; finally, she unclenched her muscles. “Good girl, one more time and hold it.” He heard her grunt, but then the tightness of her muscles crushed his fingers in its powerful grip. She finally released his fingers, pulling them out slowly, soaked in her juices. “Very good, Cherry. Your pussy muscles rippling up and down a big cock are going to make a man very happy.”
She was relieved when his fingers left her, at least initially. They she began to resent the emptiness inside her. By the time he was finished with her, she would be ready to explode.
“Relax your pussy again, Cherry and try to accommodate it.” Isaac pushed the black rubber, inflatable dildo inside her. It was only partly inflated, not much more than a couple of fingers worth.
“Oh! What is that?” She felt something go inside her, thought it wasn’t a cock or fingers. It was not very big or hard. She was confused, but Doc continued to push it in until she felt it deep inside her. She heard a hiss, and then it came alive in her. Not like a vibrator, this one got bigger, longer. It felt like a cock entering her, but the sides never moved, only the end. It pushed out as though it was a cock that was growing erect inside her. She felt the pressure as it filled her depth, not stopping, the hissing continuing as the pressure of the object pushed against her cervix. It continued to hiss, Cherry afraid it would push into her womb by the sheer force of it. “Make it stop, please, it’s too big!” She was beginning to panic.
“A little more, Cherry, another two centimeter, and I think that is all you can take.”
It felt like a foot of it was pushing in her before the hissing stopped. “Thank you,” struggling to fill her lungs as the object sat inside, stretching her.
“You have a long cunt, Cherry. Take a deep breath; I’m going to test your girth.”
The hissing started, Cherry feeling the sides begin to expand. Her insides felt like they were being molded around the thick object inside her. It felt like a giant ball expanding inside her, the worst part was that the object’s edge, stretching the mouth of her pussy as though she was trying to pass a beach ball through it. She suffered under the cruel stretching until the hissing stopped. Now she knew what it would be like to have baby. It felt like
the head of baby was trying to get out.
“Very good, Cherry. You have very elastic walls, able to take a very large cock and shrink down after being fucked by it. Almost finished now, I just have to wash down the walls of your pussy before I take it out.” He squeezed the large rubber ball, pushing the frigid water in the ball to pass through the tube and bathed down the walls of her superheated pussy.
“AAAGGGG!” She felt the cold water bathe her hot insides, the flesh trying to shrink down under the frigid water, but the object in her refused to yield, keeping her painfully open. Again, another jet of frigid water bathed her pussy walls with painful regularity. “Thank you, thank you,” she said as the air hissed out of the object and it slowly shrank inside her until Doc pulled it from her pussy. It no longer hurt and he was right, her pussy walls shrinking back down as fast as they stretched open, but she had no desire to be fucked with a cock that thick and long. Not when it fucked in and out. It would pierce her womb and kill her. “Are you done?” She was almost begging now.
“Soon, Cherry. You are doing so well. I am proud of you. Some girls have trouble with this part. You seem to enjoy it.”
“Thank you, I’m trying.” She felt proud of how she was doing. She wondered what was next. She felt him standing next to her. His hands went to her mouth, feeling something pushing between her lips. Her jaw was forced open, feeling something metal pushed between her upper teeth and her lower teeth. When she tried to bite down on it, she bit into hard rubber that covered the metal. Her lips were stretched wide open, her jaws aching from being kept open by the strange device.
“It’s like the dentist uses to keep your mouth open, Cherry. You’ll get used to it in a bit, just a lot of spit to deal with.” She wouldn’t be able to say anything or shut her mouth. He took out a tongue depressor, but this one was longer and was marked in centimeters. One hand held her head still; the other pushed the tongue depressor into her mouth.
