by Powerone
It was an awkward moment for Tyler when his lust was satisfied, his semi-hard cock still in her mouth as she licked it clean of his cum. She finally released it. Tyler didn’t look at her as he pulled up his pants and shorts. She already stood up; her skirt modestly covered her knees, but just a hint of dry cum on her lips as a reminder to Tyler at what she had performed.
She got up and poured two cups of coffee. “Cream and sugar?” She asked nonchalantly.
“Just cream,” Tyler managed to stammer. She poured the cream and handed him the coffee.
“Let’s go into the living room, and I’ll tell you what I have found so far.” She walked into the living room; Faith wasn’t ashamed or embarrassed at what she had done. She was sexually satisfied once again.
They sat awkwardly in the living room, Tyler still unsure of what had happened, though his cock was happy.
“I found two rooms with lovely equipment that was made to restrain women to be used in any manner their captors wanted, not only to be taken sexually, but also to be sexually punished.” She started to get wet the moment she described the rooms.
“I have to see them.” Tyler couldn’t keep his cock from growing erect once again. He got up and followed Faith, his eyes glued to her swishing ass cheeks snuggled so tightly in the skirt.
Tyler had seen a pillory in pictures before, but nothing like this. The legs, the head, the arms, all would be trapped. He could see that they slid along tracks that trapped the victims, unable to stop the pillory from spreading the victim wide. The thing that made this so different was the large dildo that jutted up only a few inches from the floor. “Did you get in it?” His cock was rigid.
“Yes. At first, I tested it; it let me loose each time. But once I was in the whole thing, it was as if it knew I was trapped. It wouldn’t let me go.” She saw the way he looked at the dildo. “Yes, it rises from the floor. The more I opened and closed my legs, the higher it rose.”
“Did it make you cum?”
“Yes, twice. I felt the ghost of Michael at the same time. I felt his cock breach me, but not very deep, just far enough to make me cum a second time.” She could still feel the way his cold cock stretched her virgin anus.
“I thought the dildo was fucking you?” Tyler was confused.
“It was; the ghost of Michael put his cold cock in my ass. That made me cum so quickly.”
His cock was rock hard now that he heard where she was penetrated. He would love to put his cock in the same place, but unlike Michael, he wouldn’t be still. He would fuck her ass hard and deep. “I’ll get some great pictures in here for your story.” But the best picture was in his head, Faith bound naked and taken from behind.
The next room was almost a disappointment for Tyler, more of the same bondage, but not a dildo in sight.
She could see the disappointment in Tyler’s eyes. Her hand pulled the sheet off the spanking wheel. She saw his eyes light up when he saw it. “It moved behind me as soon as it realized I was bound and secured.” She let him take it all in before she said anything else. “The two paddles blistered my ass first, then they went away and the strap came out in the center. It took its toll on my pussy, but also my ass. Once it tenderized me, Michael fucked me with his hard, cold cock. I never felt anything so big or so hard before. I can’t even describe what it felt like when he came in me, but I will before the article is finished.”
“Did you like it?” He had to know.
“Yes, the pain was almost pleasurable, but it’s hard to explain. He made me cum.”
“It looks like your stay has been successful.” Tyler knew she’d have a spectacular story for the magazine.
“And I didn’t even tell you about the striptease I did or about the three ghosts that taught me how to suck cock or the church in the woods where men did unspeakable things to a girl bound to an altar.”
“I think you’ll end up with a book if you’re not careful. Are you ready to go home?” He hoped that in the city, he would have a chance to enjoy her more exotic desires she had encountered.
“Another week, I think. There is something more, I know there is.” Her ass was still virgin and she was determined that it would be Michael that would take her there, no matter how big he was or how small she was.
“Okay, I’ll make arrangements for the photographer for the end of next week. Should I bring a model to pose for him?”
“Yes.” Faith was still ashamed to be captured so vividly on film.
They went back to the living room, another cup of coffee and small talk, but they both knew the day was over. Tyler politely left but not before he gazed at her one more time to recall the sight of her on her knees as she sucked his cock and she fingered her naked pussy. It was a sight that had never put out of his head.
Tyler left; Faith cleaned up and put everything away. It was strange that she had sucked his cock so flagrantly, yet she thought nothing of it. It had satisfied her desires; that’s all that mattered.
Chapter 10
The Barrel
It was the following week, late Monday, when she found the next room. She saw something strange in the bedrooms. The room was smaller than the others were, yet the bed was just as big, out of place as if the room should be bigger. Or it was bigger. She felt along the walls for an hour until she found it, a light switch, but it was more than that. When she turned it on, she expected something to light up; instead, she heard the sound of a motor begin to hum. The wall creaked and groaned as it strained from years of inactivity, but it finally began to move. She heard the dirt and junk on the tracks grind on the floor as the wall slid open. It took ten minutes with starts and stops along the way until it was fully opened. The room almost doubled in size when it was open, but it was the object in the center of the room that intrigued Faith. A soiled white sheet covered it like a shroud.
She pulled it away and expected to find something like the other ones she had found, a device used to secure its victim in degrading and vulnerable positions, maybe even something used to punish the victim for the enjoyment of the captors. Instead, what she found was almost common, at least back in the olden days. It was a barrel, a wooden barrel. It was nothing special or different except that it was perched on a platform of gears and pulleys that ran around the barrel to something inside the platform, hidden out of sight. She gazed into the barrel, open on both ends. It was mostly empty, though there were some darkened objects attached to the top and bottom. It was made out of wood, darkened from years of age and neglect, metal bands were around it, but they looked more as if they were put there for decoration since they didn’t completely encircle the barrel. They stopped halfway up the sides where a thick metal edge ran the length of the barrel as if separated it.
Faith felt around the edges until she found what she looked for. It was a latch, indented to hide it from someone that ran their fingers along the edge. She pushed hard with her fingers until she heard the sharp clunk of it being released. Nothing happened, so Faith pulled the two sides apart until the hinges creaked loudly. It took almost all her strength to open it. One side of the barrel stuck up into the air, the other side was on the platform, a half circle of wood. The sun was going down and the room grew darker in spite of the small light, but she could make out the ridges inside the barrel. There were two on the bottom, halfway down, and two on the top piece, situated near the top end of it. She had seen them too many times before not to recognize that they were built to secure limbs, hands on the bottom, ankles on the top, each one ringed with leather to protect the flesh. They were open. The barrel wasn’t that long, not as long as she was tall. The only way to fit inside was to lie on the bottom half of the barrel, and then, she would have to bring her legs up over her head. Once in that position, her arms and legs could be secured. There was no doubt that it would close and trap her inside it if she succumbed to the temptation.
It had been too many days since she had her pleasure when she sucked Tyler’s cock, so she was horny and hoped for Michael to satisfy
her lust as well as satisfy his perverted lust for her body. She was sure that she’d be in for something she could never expect, a thought that excited and intrigued her. Faith didn’t need convincing. She slowly undressed until she was naked in the darkening room. She found a candle and lit it. It sent an eerie light that played against the walls, further enhancing the tension and excitement. She turned off the lamp in hopes that it would entice Michael to join her.
She took one last look at the barrel, still not sure what its ultimate purpose was, the other devices were more degrading and obscene than this. It took her a few minutes to figure out how to get into the barrel, but she finally settled down on the cold, hard wood. In order for her hands to fit, her head had to stick out the end; Faith was grateful for that since she was slightly claustrophobic. In that position, she barely got half of her body in the barrel so that was the reason that she’d have to fold her body in half. With the way the devices in the lid were situated, it would require each leg to be split open. The thought of how her pussy would be available and vulnerable wasn’t lost on her. She rubbed her pussy lips, feeling the moisture grow from her excitement.
Faith wasn’t sure how she would close the lid of the barrel, but she pushed all her weight down as she raised her legs up. She could feel her pussy open up as she spread her legs. She put her wrists into the two leather-clad rings on the bottom and groaned as her legs went high over her head. She jumped when she heard the noise, but she shouldn’t have been so surprised. The rings around her wrists suddenly closed to trap her arms to the barrel. At the same time, she saw a shadow casted over her. She turned and expected to see Michael, but what she saw was the other side of the barrel began to close.
“UUUHHHH!” She moaned as the top of the barrel began to trap her legs. She didn’t bring her legs high enough, at least as far as the barrel was concerned, as it closed, it pinned her ankles in the leather-clad rings and snapped shut just as her toes were pinned behind her ears. She could barely breathe, bent in two so obscenely. She was trapped; Faith didn’t understand what she could do to get lose or if she could do anything at all. Her body was trapped, only her fingers and toes could move and then not more than up and down. Her breathing was erratic, as sweat dripped from her body when panic began to set in. In the other devices, she had felt secure that she’d be released, all she had to do was perform, but with the barrel, she didn’t know what was required of her for her to escape the tight captivity.
Faith couldn’t see beyond the barrel, but she felt him. It wasn’t the night air that grew colder; it was the presence of Michael in the room that cast a cold haze through the room. Her body began to shiver in spite of the sweat that covered her, but her nipples swelled to hard, pointed tips, sensitive to the slightest puff of cold air. Her pussy suffered the most, her ass almost hung over the end of the barrel, her spread legs left her wantonly open and exposed. She could feel the cold air blow on her wet pussy lips. A shadow moved closer to her, Faith was able to turn her head slightly until she saw him. There was no doubt that it was Michael, the black, evil eyes stared down at her, but her eyes were drawn lower. This time, Michael was ready, his cock jutted out like a massive weapon. She could still feel the way it stretched her and filled her with his cold cum. She watched his cock bounce and jump as he walked by her, finally out of sight again, though she could feel his cold presence behind her.
She jumped when the barrel came to life. It shuddered and trembled as something beneath it in the platform came to life. She was afraid and excited all at the same time. The barrel began to rise and then the angle shifted to the other end until Faith found her body slide down until the restraints kept her from going any farther. Her ass was pushed out the other end to expose her more. Then, she felt a hard, cold cock touch her between her bound legs. There was no doubt that Michael would fuck her, the head of his cock shuddered from the slightest movement of her pussy. She couldn’t wait for him to enter her and take her with his masterful presence. She expected to feel him push inside her, but instead, the barrel began to move once again. This time, it moved completely, the barrel and Faith slid back until she could feel the blunt, hard head of Michael’s cock begin to breach her tight pussy. He was so big, but the barrel cared little. It was designed to fuck its victim on whomever or whatever was behind her. It was like a fucking machine, Faith was only there to provide her wet pussy for impalement and the pleasure of her captor. Michael had little to do but wait for the barrel to bring her fresh pussy to his cock. It was as though he sat in a chair and waited for her impalement.
“Tooo biggg!” She cried out as her own weight and the barrel’s mechanism drove her onto the thick cock. Her pussy began to spread around the cold, massive head. Michael must have lubricated it or Faith was already wet, but at least it began to push into her. It was a slow, gradual fuck. Neither Faith nor Michael were able to control it, the barrel did it all. They could only accept their fate. If she ever had a baby, she was sure it would be like this; more and more of the cock entered her and stretched her. She willed her pussy muscles to relax, but it didn’t do any good, the massive size of the head scared her, afraid that it would tear her when it went in too deep or hard.
She heard his voice in her head, a soft moan, and then, his words encouraged her. “You are so tight and hot. Pleasure me like you did before.”
She felt the sudden contractions of her pussy around the shaft of his cock as the thick helmet of his cock sank inside her. Her muscles gripped it so tightly to trap it as her insides clenched around the throbbing mass of flesh with delightful contractions. It hurt, but hurt good. She’d taken the head of his cock inside her, but she expected more, she wanted more. The barrel vibrated as it began to move, slowly at first, just a millimeter forward before it changed direction and pulled back, her insides stretched as she clung to the thick ridge that ran around the head of his cock. The head was big, but the shaft was just as formidable. The barrel began to move smoothly as it got into shape after years of inactivity. Her pussy pushed up and down onto Michael’s waiting cock, only the spasms of pleasure in his organ signaled his presence behind her. His cock slid along two inches in her then back out. Her pussy clung to the head of his cock and trembled in excitement as it pulled the tight mouth of her pussy around until it threatened to break free and release his cock. Only at the last moment, as though the barrel knew when, it thrust the other way; a sharp push sent her pussy back onto the waiting cock and filled her with the thick organ. Her insides cramped around the massive head and shaft that stretched her, her insides ached from the fullness. He was so big, yet she took all of him as if she was built to be his fuck toy.
The head of his cock pushed deep inside her and made her take at least five inches, maybe six. The head banged harshly against her cervix as her body was jolted with each thrust. She couldn’t do anything but take it and hope that the barrel wouldn’t force the cock into her womb like a sword and impale her to death. Her pussy slid easily along his cock, in spite of his coldness or maybe because of it. The cold cock made her insides shrink around it like a tight glove. The barrel began to pick up a rhythm, back and forth. Faith concentrated on giving Michael all the pleasure he wanted, her muscles clenched on his cock as it withdrew and pushed out with her muscles when it penetrated her pussy. She felt her pussy and anus pucker out as she let him impale her with his bigness.
It shocked her out of her dream state; all of her attention was on pleasing the cock inside her. The barrel began to move differently. Not only did it move back and forth, it began to turn slowly. Michael’s cock inside her began to twitch and tremble in pleasure as it stretched her in ways that she wasn’t built to be stretched. It was as though she was a pig on a rotisserie. Michael’s cock split her pussy open as she slowly caressed it while she spun around it. It felt twice the size when she was upside down on it as it pushed in her in an unusual angle that forced the head of his cock in places that had never been touched before. The mouth of her pussy bulged around the shaft. It felt like
a giant spear was inside her, but this one was alive and twitched in unexpected pleasure. It was as though Michael didn’t even realize the capability of the barrel and he enjoyed it for the first time.
The barrel began to pick up the pace as it glided up and back, but also, it turned around faster. It felt like her insides were burned up by the friction, in spite of the cold cock that did it. Each bump, ridge, and vein on the cock felt twice as big as it stretched and teased at her insides, the elastic walls of her pussy clung to the cock like a tight blanket. It shoved in so deep that the head of his cock was at the opening to her cervix, and it felt like a screwdriver as it spun around and tried to breach her. It kept this up for five minutes, five wonderful minutes; Faith wondered how Michael could last so long. As she spun around him, the angle of his cock made his shaft touch places that excited her. The mouth of her pussy was stretched, but her clit was hard and throbbed with desire. It popped out of its protective hood as if it tried to reach for his cock. Her clit found it, her organ shivered in cold from the first touch, but it warmed to the touch as his cock rubbed the head of her clit with such intensity. Her body was confused as it spun and moved back and forth as though she had no control of up or down. Her head grew dizzy until it hit her. Her body shuddered, her insides clenched onto his cock with such intensity, that she was sure that she slowed down the barrel when her muscles gripped his cock so hard. She came all over the cock as it continued to ream her out and rubbed her exploding clit, her body shuddered from the climactic spasms that raced through it. She didn’t know how long it lasted; all of her attentions were on dragging it out as long as she could.
The barrel cared little about her orgasm. It continued as if nothing had happened. Michael’s hard cock slid easily on her juices now, but he didn’t cum inside her. How long would it fuck me? She heard Michael’s voice in her head. “Now that you’ve had your pleasure, it is time for mine. Something different for you this time.” Faith could almost hear an evil laugh in his tone.
