by Powerone
It was another five minute of paddling before she felt a change in the evil device behind her. It slowed down, Faith hoped that it would stop and Michael would fuck her whipped ass. Will I enjoy his rough body rub on my whipped ass cheeks as he fucks me? Even in the dim light of the room, she could still see behind her and now, Michael had appeared, a breath of mist filled the room until she saw the black eyes stare at her. She looked but didn’t see what she wanted, a hard cock that wanted her.
The spanking wheel behind her began to spin faster this time, but the paddles had disappeared, pulled into the center. Then, she saw it, as it passed over the top. It was a one-inch wide leather strap, suppler than the paddle, a split down the middle of it. It was centered on the wheel, and from its location, Faith feared where it would strike. She braced herself for it, but the shock of the first blow made her cry out.
“EEEWWWW!” The strap slid up between her legs from below, the angle different from what she expected, but the slap of the harsh leather strap on her supple inner thigh shocked her with the pain. The strap slid through her legs, but she knew it would only be seconds before it returned to attack her again. She felt the beam of wood that her hips rested on shift, her legs spread wider; Faith groaned in pain, sure that she’d be split up the middle. The beam pushed up higher, Faith bent over deeper, her legs spread almost in a split as the strap sang through the air as it spun around, ready to take its toll on her slit.
“AAAHHH!” The strap swung up again; this time, it moved to her other inner thigh. It slapped the tender skin harshly, the breeze of the strap blew on her sex it was so close. She knew it was only a matter of time before it sought out her pussy, her lips pulled back to leave her soft inner lips defenseless. It was cruel to hit a woman there, especially with a whip, but the wheel was inanimate and didn’t care where, only doing its evil task with regularity. Her inner thighs were scoured after ten blows to each side, and each time the strap moved closer until the last ones struck the tender skin where her legs met her torso. Her pussy was only an inch away.
She looked behind her, Michael still shrouded in a mist, but not only did his black eyes stare at her sex, but also his erection stood out in all its magnificence. It was big, hard, and ready. Faith almost welcomed the strap to strike her pussy and punish her sex; at least then, Michael would take her with a brutality that would make her cum a thousand times. She needed him to take her and fill her with his cock.
“AAAAHHHHHHHEEEE!” It still didn’t lessen the shock and pain when the strap came up and attacked her slit. The harsh leather strap pushed aside her puffy lips to attack her soft inner flesh like a hive of bees. It stung fiercely, but at the same time, her juices flowed freely to coat her beaten flesh with the hot lava of her arousal. It soothed it for a second, but the strap already completed its rotation and slapped up between her legs before she could brace for it. It struck her along her slit again, but it changed the angle just enough to strike the other side to find fresh skin to scour. Faith saw Michael’s cock bob in excitement each time the sound of the strap hit her wet pussy. He enjoyed her painful punishment.
The strap seemed to move each time to find new flesh to attack. It went up and down her slit until it covered it all with the stinging pain that lingered after it left. Her clit was spared by the whip, the angle of her body didn’t give the strap a good-enough target. She hoped that it was finished as it slowed down, but it only slowed down long enough to change the rotation. The strap moved down from the top now, not from below. Faith felt her body shifted as though the machine knew exactly what to do. She was shifted upward until the strap came down; this time, it found her crack and slid painfully down it until it found her defenseless anus. It struck the tight knot of muscle with a thud. Michael’s cock bobbed higher up and down in excitement as Faith cried out in despair.
Faith feared what the strap would do to her anus. Did it soften me up to take something big in my ass again? This time, would Michael’s cock go deeper and complete the act of sodomy that it’d begun? The strap continued to blister her crack, Faith unable to control the contractions in her anus each time the strap beat the delicate, little hole. She took ten more on her crack before the wheel slowed down until it stopped. She saw it move back to creak on the track until it was where it started. It looked so harmless now, but her slit and crack were testament to what pain it could inflict, both burned from it. She couldn’t believe that she had survived having her pussy and ass whipped so severely. She only hoped that she’d get her reward now.
The beam of wood shifted again; this time, it pushed her ass back out. She saw Michael disappear from her sight as he moved closer behind her. She felt the frigid air blow on her sex and make her anus pucker from the cold. He was close. Then, she felt it, no doubt what it was. It was cold and thick as it pushed along her slit, so cold that it almost froze her juices. It would’ve turned her off sexually if she weren’t so aroused. She needed something, anything inside her. She felt the blunt, dry head of Michael’s cock stroke her slit, all the way back to her anus, and then back down until she felt it push against her pussy. It was so big, but she knew she’d take it all, the tight bondage left her little choice.
“Sscreeeech!” Faith yelled in pain when it started to enter her. She could feel her tight hole forced open by the girth of the organ. It felt as if it would tear her if he didn’t stop, but it continued. As wet as she was, it still felt like a thick log that opened her up. She did everything to accommodate it, but it was only the sheer force of his thrust that made it possible. “EEEEHH!” The thick head popped into her pussy. She felt her muscles clench it; the tight muscles of her pussy gripped it with such intensity.
She heard Michael speak to her in her head. “You’re still tight like you were when you were eighteen.” Then, the thrusts began, slowly at first, an inch, then it pulled out, her pussy gripped the thick head as if she didn’t want it to leave, then a powerful thrust filled her with three inches of thick, hard cock with such ferocity that it took her breath away. In and out, each time deeper, each time harder, the cock took her until she had taken all she could. It was deep inside her to smash against her cervix, her muscles wrapped around it like a hot blanket. Her insides shrunk around it from the cold, but the hardness kept her pussy spread tight like a giant rubber band.
Her pussy might have been whipped along with her thighs and anus, but she still welcomed the fullness of a big cock filling her to the brim, in spite of it being a supernatural being. The cock began to pick up speed, her insides rubbed taut around the cock, to make her feel every bump, ridge and vein as it rubbed her raw, and her insides felt like the whip had scoured them. The pleasure built inside her, the pain overpowered by the helplessness of being bound and taken for the pleasure of Michael. She’d waited for this for too long, unable to stop the orgasm that crashed down on her body. It hit her powerfully to race from between her legs to her brain, her head exploded just as her pussy began to spill its juices on the cock that reamed her out unmercifully. She whined like a bitch in heat and groaned as Michael continued to pound his cock into her. His cock was unrelenting as her pussy went from empty to full in a second. The cock never slowed down even as her orgasm faded. “I’m going to fuck you to death,” the voice told her in her head, and she believed it.
It was another fifteen minutes before she felt it build in her body, but this time, Faith knew that Michael would cum with her. She didn’t know how she took it all, but his cock grew so big, the head fatter and thicker. She could feel the way he urgently fucked her, her insides rubbed raw by the pounding cock. She felt one powerful thrust that would’ve shoved her into the air if she weren’t bound; the cock shoved so far inside her that it felt like it entered her womb. Then, the cock exploded inside her, not hot cum, but cold, frigid cum that bathed her sensitive insides until they shrank from the excessive cold. It felt like gallons of cum filled her, another orgasm unleashed in her body as she responded to the brutal fucking, her own hot juices cooled by Michael’s frigi
d cum. “Fuck me, make me cum!” She screamed out her pleasure as she was overcome from the second orgasm.
It was long minutes before she felt the cock pull out of her with a loud pop. Faith couldn’t believe how big it still was, her pussy unable to recover for minutes before it finally snapped shut. She felt the cool cum leak out of her pussy and run down her thighs. The cool chill in the room disappeared. Faith knew that Michael had left. She wasn’t surprised when her wrists and ankles were released from the tight captivity of the evil device. It took her a few minutes before she could get up; her back ached from the bent-over position. She got up and dressed then put the sheet back on the spanking wheel, to cover it up to surprise anyone in the future that would be foolish enough to be bound in front of it. She could barely walk back to her room. It felt like Michael’s cock was still inside her, but she smiled, content, at least for now.
Chapter 9
She Shouldn’t, but She Did
The next day, she woke up refreshed. She was fucked and fucked hard by Michael, and it had satisfied her. She took her time today. She had a casual breakfast and drank two cups of coffee before she even got dressed.
It was afternoon before she got around to exploring the house some more. The next four days were uneventful. She didn’t find anything new, just more rooms, and no Michael. Not only did she grow bored, she also grew horny. The weather was nice, so she spent part of it outside, but that only inspired her erotic thoughts of outdoor bondage among the trees.
Faith hoped today would bring something new when she looked through the third-floor wing after lunch. She was gone for half an hour before she heard something. Not on this floor, but on the first floor, almost as if it was in the living room. She raced down the creaky stairs in hope of some excitement and went to the living room to investigate. By the time she arrived, she heard a car door slam shut. She went to the door, surprised to see Tyler get out of his car.
Tyler was worried about Faith. He hadn’t heard from her in a while, her cell phone didn’t work; it was just luck that one day when they connected. He drove the better part of the morning to get here, glad when he saw Faith in the doorway. She looked good, real good.
“What brings you here?” Faith smiled, glad to see any man.
“I was worried about you. I couldn’t reach you, so I thought I’d come out and visit. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to my best client.” She wore a tight skirt that clung to her hips and ass like a second skin. It might be long, it went down below her knees, but the tightness across her hips and ass made up for the length. Tyler could almost make out the crack in her ass, or was it just his imagination and expectations. He moved next to her. Faith didn’t move out of the way. Instead, she surprised him and kissed him on the lips. Not just a little peck, but a real kiss. His cock stirred when he felt her tongue slip through his lips. He let himself go to indulge in the long, passionate kiss, his hands around her waist until he drew her body up against his.
She expected to give him just a little kiss to treat him, but once their lips met, all thoughts were pulled from her head and her arousal overcame any objections she might have. It felt good to have a man’s lips on hers, hands on her hips, to pull her up against him until she could feel his throbbing cock jerk against her pussy, as she grew wet. She had to pull herself away from the kiss to get her perspective back. Was I that horny? “You take good care of me, Tyler. I like that.”
He barely heard what she said; his eyes stared at the two proud nipples that pushed out the sweater that clung to her luscious breasts. They were sharp and pointed. They couldn’t hide her arousal. He finally looked into her eyes to see a need in them, an arousal that he never saw before. Maybe too many days alone had aroused her. “Always, Faith, I don’t want anything to happen to you.”
She closed the door and walked toward the kitchen. She turned her head to see Tyler stare at her ass as she swayed her hips seductively. “Want a cup of coffee? I’ll have to make a fresh pot. Come into the kitchen and keep me company.”
She started to make the coffee, but Tyler didn’t sit down. He moved behind her as she filled the pot with cold water and poured in the coffee. She turned it on just as Tyler moved in closer when she finished. He didn’t give her a chance to turn around. He moved closer until he nestled his hard cock between the twin pillows of the lusciousness of her buttocks. He felt the involuntary contractions of her muscles, making his cock dance eagerly. His hands went to her waist and slid along her body as his hips began to roll gently back and forth against her ass.
All Faith could do was whimper when she felt Tyler touch and rub against her. It had been four long days since Michael had taken her, and her arousal was fever pitched, not even solo masturbation could quench the lust between her legs. She’d never let Tyler get any farther than a cheap feel, but she was already past that, his cock masturbated shamefully against her ass cheeks. It’s not that he wasn’t handsome or desirable, she’d just never mixed business and pleasure, but she knew today would be different. She leaned back into Tyler to surrender to him.
He felt her body go limp against him as his hands slid up the cashmere sweater to grasp her firm, ripe breasts in his hands. He squeezed them, his fingers enjoyed the tactile touch of breasts incased in a blanket of cashmere. His fingers found the pointed tips, and Faith moaned loudly as he grabbed them and squeezed the hardened tips. He pulled, twisted and provoked them, but she didn’t move away, not even when he squeezed them too tight. She only groaned louder.
Her breasts were mauled but mauled erotically. Tyler played them until they ached for more, and his fingers pinched them until the pain became pleasure. She couldn’t help herself, her hand slid between them until her fingers curled around the throbbing erection that rubbed her ass cheeks. It jerked and shuddered in her fingers, but she tamed it, her fingers gripped the shaft and slid up and down to keep his growing erection pinned against his abdomen.
He couldn’t believe his luck when her hands found his cock. He had dreamed of this too many times, but nothing could compare to the touch of her fingers. It was as though his cock was a musical instrument and she was a virtuoso. He knew he pushed his luck, but it was as though she was in a sexual trance, Tyler, a man, wouldn’t let the opportunity go to waste. He hated to make her hands leave his cock, but he turned her around until she faced him. He could see it in her eyes, complete surrender. He put his hands on her shoulders and applied pressure. It didn’t take much, Faith looked at him as if she was embarrassed, but she kneeled on the kitchen floor without so much as a whimper.
She had to pull up her skirt to kneel down, but she didn’t care. She looked up at Tyler and saw something different in him. He was a man that wanted her, and she had this urge to satisfy his wants.
“Suck my cock.” Tyler’s hands were on her head before she even took his cock out of his pants.
She felt his hands on her head, ready to guide her to pleasure him with her mouth. It was only last week that she had sucked a cock for the first time, but she knew that she had to do it to please him and herself. She pulled his zipper down and opened his pants. It took only seconds for her to pull his pants and shorts down until his naked cock bobbed in front of her face. Her hands grabbed it just as Tyler’s hands on her head drew her mouth closer to it.
He struggled not to cum when he felt her hot breath blow on his cock and shivered in lust when her tongue licked the head until he leaked out his precious precum onto her waiting tongue. He couldn’t wait any longer. He pulled her face forward as he looked down to see her mouth open wide and engulf the head of his cock. His cock shuddered when her lips tightened around the shaft and kept it pinned. He began to rock her head gently back and forth and felt her tongue begin to go to work as it lathered his cock into a sexual frenzy.
She tasted his manhood the minute her tongue licked the juices that spilled from the head. It was still thick and salty, but all Faith could think about was pleasuring him with her mouth. Her hands hung down at her sides as Tyler beg
an to work her mouth on his cock, to move her head forward and back. Her tongue wagged along the head and shaft as it slid in and out of her tightly clenched lips. She went to work to give him everything he desired, even if that meant she’d allow him to cum in her mouth.
Not only was she sucking his cock, but also her hands were busy. She hiked her skirt up high, her panties pulled down, her fingers eagerly rubbing her pussy as she masturbated lewdly before him. He gazed down at her naked pussy, everything he imagined it to be; all the while, she sucked his cock so masterfully.
She rubbed her pussy for all she was worth as she looked into Tyler’s eyes that stared at her solo masturbation; all the while, her lips were split by his thick cock. Her mouth was filled with his leaking cum, but she knew that he wouldn’t let her mouth leave his organ until she took all of his cum in her mouth. Her nostrils flared as she sucked in precious air while her mouth was consumed with making him cum.
After five minutes, Tyler couldn’t wait any longer. The erotic display of Faith masturbating while she sucked his cock was too much for him. “Cum with me, Faith. Swallow all my cum!”
Her fingers were flooded as she came, just at the same time that Tyler’s cock exploded in her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she gulped furiously, jet after jet of cum filled her mouth and slowly sank into her gullet. It was thick, it was salty, her face grimaced from the taste, but she continued to pleasure him until she drained every drop of cum from his balls. And from her own body, her thighs were covered in her drying cum as she came while she submissively sucked Tyler’s cock.
