by Powerone
The barrel began to slow down as it turned until it finally stopped. It then moved back, Faith’s insides sucked out by the powerful suction of Michael’s massive head. She clenched on the cock as it almost slipped out but waited for it to impale her again. Suddenly, her pussy was deserted, as is snapped shut when Michael’s cock left her. “Don’t take it out. Please, let me make you cum.” She wanted to please Michael as he pleasured her.
She felt the barrel shift slightly, and then, it began to push back again. She opened her pussy up for his cock and waited for him to enter her again. Then, she felt his cock. It was too high up; the barrel had misjudged the distance. She was confused as the barrel began to spin again. Another nudge on the barrel and then she felt it. It had centered Michael’s cockhead on her anus. “No, not there!” She panicked when she felt it. She could never take it there. It would tear her apart. She had the head of his cock in her ass, but that would be nothing like this. She couldn’t stop the spasms in her anus; the tiny hole felt the pressure of the demanding cock that sought entrance. She was thankful for the wetness from her pussy on his cock, but the coldness was still there and it frightened her ass hole to shrink away from the invader.
“Please, make it stop.” She didn’t want the barrel to impale her ass on his cock. She couldn’t even imagine how much she would have to stretch to take him in her ass. Or what it would feel like if it started to spin again. It would be like a giant screwdriver that entered her bowels.
“Relax, I’ll love it,” Michael’s cruel voice rang in her head.
She felt the barrel begin to move back as it began to pick up speed when it revolved. She was upside down when she felt the spasms in her anus, her anal ring stretched to where she thought it would tear, the unrelenting cock refused to back off as it pressured its way into her virgin hole. Her buttocks clenched and unclenched, but nothing she did could keep it out. It was as though the barrel was part of Michael and both of them conspired to sodomize her. Her anal ring burned in spite of the cold cock as it stretched wider. She felt the domed head of his cock slide inside her, millimeter by painful millimeter. Nothing could keep it out; the slick, smooth head glided through the tight muscle of her anus until she felt the flanged head of Michael’s cock begin to push through her protective muscles. With one last push and stretch, her ass hole sucked the head of his cock inside her rectum, her sphincter clamped beneath the head to trap the head of his cock inside her.
“AAAHHHH.” It felt like a giant rock was in her rectum. Her muscles fought to push it out, but the barrel continued to spin as her muscles clenched and unclenched uncontrollably. She couldn’t believe that her anal ring wasn’t torn, but it stretched around the shaft of Michael’s cock like a taut rubber band. She didn’t have time to grow accustomed to having something so big and foreign in her ass hole. The barrel continued its journey to impale her onto Michael’s sodomizing cock. It began to move forward and back as it spun her around his cock. Faith grew dizzy; her body sweating in spite of Michael’s cold body so near. All she could feel was the unrelenting pressure of his cock as it shoved inside her bowels and stretched her around his organ. It was so unnatural, something forced into a hole that was built only to push something out. Her muscles were confused, Faith unable to control them, but she heard Michael’s moans of pleasure in her head from every clench of her ass hole on his cock. He didn’t have to move to enjoy his anal attack.
It felt like her ass hole was being tugged and pulled as the cock continued to fuck her. Each time the barrel moved back, Faith found her guts impaled deeper, her stomach cramped around the thick organ, but she could do nothing but accept the inevitable. As she spun, the cock pushed out her bowels until they stretched and ached from the unnatural bends. How long will I have to take it before he comes in me? How deep will it go? She never knew how long his cock was. In her pussy, it stopped at five or six inches, but that was only because of the depth of her pussy. With her ass, there was no limit, just painful contractions when his cock would straighten out the bends in her intestines in order to take the full measure of his cock.
It felt like it came out her throat after five minutes of being ass fucked. She must have seven or eight inches inside her, yet she never felt Michael’s cold body against her ass, so she knew there was more cock before he would bottom out in her guts. It surged back and forth only an inch at a time, but each time, it would drive deeper, each time, more of his cock passed through her stretched anal ring. She could only imagine the pleasure she gave him, her anal ring rubbed up and down his shaft with delightful contractions and tightness.
“EEEEHHH!” It stopped with a hard thud; Michael’s cold body was pressed against her ass cheeks. His cock flexed inside her. “AAAAHHH!” She couldn’t believe how stretched she felt, how full, as if she had just finished a big dinner; instead, she’d swallowed a thick, long cock. The barrel continued to go around, each time her guts stretched and bent to accommodate the rigid flesh of his cock. Even though it thrust in her ass, it still moved inside her as it twitched and jerked in unexpected excitement from her contracting muscles.
“NNNNNNOOOO!” The barrel began to pull back, her insides collapsed behind the thick head as it created a vacuum behind it. It felt like a mile of cock was being sucked out, her anal ring pulled and stretched until the thick head reached her sphincter muscles. She tightened her ass muscles and hoped she stopped if from tearing her. Just when she thought it would pull out and leave her empty, the barrel clanked and moved in the other direction with an urgency that took her breath away. As she spun on the cock, it pushed deep into her with a powerful thrust that buried the full measure of his cock in one thrust. She was sure that it was a spear in her ass hole, not a cock. Her stomach cramped around his flesh, but it was already changing direction for another sharp withdrawal. The turning barrel began to pick up speed, her insides burned from the friction of his cock that reamed out her ass hole with increasing speed and power.
It suddenly dawned on her. Her ass was in one piece, in spite of the fact that she took all of the massive cock in powerful thrusts. She survived the way his cock twisted, turned, and bent her bowels in directions that were so painful. Michael sodomized her with the help of the barrel, and she took it. She felt so proud of herself and hoped that Michael appreciated the pleasure her virgin ass hole gave him.
In and out the cock went, around and around Faith spun on his cock; her ass took all that he had and more. It bottomed out deep in her. Faith cried out when he did, but she clutched his organ with her muscles when he pulled out, in order to please him with her once-virgin ass. “Cum in me, Michael! Fill my guts with your cum!”
“Not yet; there is more.” The voice rang out in her head. Then, she felt the barrel jerk and shudder as if it was powered by gasoline and the engine had run out of gas. It continued to spin, faster now, and continued to thrust in and out, to ream her ass on Michael’s cock, but as it thrust, it jerked and shuddered up and down spastically with no rhyme or reason. It was the most natural, unnatural movement and never let Faith grow accustomed to each thrust. It stretched her insides in the most hideous of ways, her elastic passage jerked and pushed as if the cock tried to push out at a right angle. Her body lurched and jumped inside the barrel, but the clamps on her wrists and ankles kept her pinned, and she felt something strange. Each time the barrel bucked up, it threw her hips up hard. She found that her pussy was pushed into a ridge of wood, a thick, hard ridge that was unyielding. It split her lips like a knife split butter, but the worst, or the best, part was her clit. It was as though it sought out her clit, a rigid nodule banged hard into it to drive it painfully into her pubic bone with such force that it tore the air from her lungs.
“EEEEEHHH,” but it wasn’t a scream of pain. Yes, she felt the pain of being ass fucked so brutally, but it was the pleasure she felt on her pussy as the wood sought out the most delicate flesh and bruised it with its hardness. None was abused more than her clit. Instead of shrinking away from the pain, it grew bigg
er and swelled with blood. The wood smashed into it, the barrel twisted back and forth and the rough wood rubbed over the sensitive flesh as if splinters pierced it like knives.
She never felt anything like it. Her ass hole was ringed with pleasure buttons that burned with desire, the hard cock rubbed them to life, the inside of the barrel set her pussy on fire, and her clit was ready to explode. She was being ass fucked, sodomized, whatever you wanted to call it, yet she was ready to explode. “Cum in me, cum in me, so I can cum with you!” She yelled out, the barrel sensed her urgency to spin faster, long powerful thrusts that filled her guts with the cold, hard flesh of Michael’s cock to bump and jerk in unusual ways that banged her clit and pussy on the wood inside until she felt it. The cock sank to the depths of her bowels, her insides cramped painfully around it, her muscles rippled up and down the shaft. The cockhead swelled up; Faith recognized all the signs of Michael cumming. The barrel stopped turning and thrusting, but it still bucked her up and down on his cock as if she rode a wild mare. It felt like her insides were frozen in molten cum. His cock jetted so hard that her insides reacted and clenched tight in response. It was all that Faith needed, her head exploded as she came so hard that her body shook in uncontrollable spasms of pleasure. The barrel carried her along to jump and jerk as the firehose in her bowels bathed her insides with freezing cum. Jet after jet filled her guts.
She woke up suddenly. Her body was covered in sweat, her back and legs cramped from the bent position. She stretched her body and then realized that she was no longer trapped in the barrel. She felt the wetness in her bowels. It wasn’t a dream, Michael had cum in her ass. Her hand reached down to her pussy to feel the soreness, looking to see her clit still pushed out and swollen but painfully sore, a dark red, almost purple. Her ass ached the most. Her tiny hole had shrunk and closed tight. She must have been out for a while. She looked around; the room was empty and the candle still flickered on the walls. She looked at the barrel, so innocent and unassuming, one side up to beckon its next victim. It was as though it had been waiting for her, tricking her to get into it until she was defenseless and then taking the virginity of her ass in one spectacularly perverted act. “Thank you, Michael.” She put on her clothes and blew out the candle. This room almost deserved a whole article. No one would believe what the barrel was capable of. It was as if it was a living being, or was it Michael possessing it as he possessed Faith. She managed to limp back to her room, her ass still feeling as if it were full of a demanding cock. She collapsed in her bed, naked and fulfilled.
Chapter 11
One Last Visitor
Faith didn’t do much the next day; her body felt like it was abused so badly. She stayed around the house, the food almost gone, and the water was gone since yesterday. She hadn’t slept well in the last couple of days, not like the rest of the time she was here. She kept waking up. She walked around the house, including the room she was in last night. The barrel was still open as if it had its arms out to welcome the next victim. She’d loved the unexpected pleasure that it gave her. Michael had a way of doing that to her.
She’d leave the day after tomorrow. She left a message with Tyler that she was done and she’d begin to write the story. Once she completed the story, they could come back to the house to get the photos needed to make the article something everyone would want to read. Sex sold and sex with supernatural beings sold even better. She’d taken pictures of the house, especially the secret rooms she’d found. She wanted visual reminders to look at while she wrote.
She took one last walk out to the cemetery and church. She looked at the altar and tried to imagine it was she on it being taken by unseen men as she struggled as they had their way with her unwilling body. Would I fight them or submit to them? She went to bed early and hoped to get a good night’s sleep, if not; she could at least leave early in the morning.
She tossed and turned all night, not even sure when she was awake and when she slept. All of her dreams had turned erotic since she came to this house; all of them had her bound and forced her to perform perverted acts on unknown cocks. She felt the blanket pulled from her body. She tried to pull it up to cover herself, but her hands couldn’t find it. She wore a pair of men’s pajamas, sexless but comfortable. She felt something. Her hands went to the pajama’s top, but something pushed them out of the way and over her head. She felt the pajama top pushed open, unable to comprehend how the buttons were opened. Faith felt something push her onto her side, and it made her breasts fall free of the pajama top. Her arms were pulled back, and she felt the pajama top pulled from her shoulders and down her arms. Her body was pushed onto her back with her arms thrust over her head once again. Her arms felt so heavy as if she couldn’t move them even if she wanted to.
Michael wanted to suck her bare breasts, but he needed to strip her naked and have her bound first. He expected her to wake up any minute, not sure why the water didn’t do its magic. He slipped off the pajama bottoms and spread her legs so he could gaze up between them and feast his eyes on her pink pussy. He had trained her to suck his cock; tonight, he would take the rest of her treasures. His cock demanded satisfaction.
She opened her eyes, or she thought she did and saw a shape in the darkness. She looked down at her body and saw that she was naked, the blankets were gone, and her legs spread wantonly. Her arms were over her head. She felt them held by something powerful, then she felt cold leather wrapped around her wrists and tightened. When her arms were released, she couldn’t pull them apart, pinned together in tight bondage. She clenched her pussy muscles in unexpected pleasure as the bondage excited her. She felt her body turned on the bed until she faced the opposite way, her head at the foot of the bed, her legs at the top. The bed had a headboard, but no footboard and when her eyes fluttered open, she stared up at a dark, sinister shape just above her head. Except for the shape, the only thing that was visible was two dark eyes that stared at her and a cock that bobbed right above her face. Her arms lay bound on her belly, her head hung slightly over the edge of the bed. She began to wake up; this was no vision or dream; it was real. She was naked in the bedroom, her arms bound, and a cock poised as if it sought refuge in her mouth. Things became clear to her as she realized it. Why hadn’t I thought of this before? There was no coldness in the room; no mist blew across the floor. The cock bobbed onto her face, and she felt the heat of the organ. It was just like the time in the living room when she was taught to suck a cock, suck a bunch of cocks. It had used a bottle to train her, but it was the hot flesh of cock that came in her mouth that night. It was molten-hot cum that filled her belly. It was different than the times that Faith was bound in the evil devices, her body penetrated by a cold, hard being that bathed her insides with frozen cum.
“Who are you?” It wasn’t what are you; this was a person. She couldn’t understand how gullible she was before, but she knew it now.
Michael froze when he heard her. He looked down to see her eyes stare up at him. It was as though she could see him, see him for what he was. He didn’t know what to do. Should I run from the room and leave her like this? This had never happened before.
“Don’t be a coward; tell me who you are.” She became braver, in spite of being bound and naked with a cock that wanted her mouth.
“Michael.” His voice didn’t quiver in fear as he said it proudly.
“You’re not Michael. He’s dead, but he’s still present in this house. His cock is cold and impersonal. His cum is not heated by his balls. Tell me the truth.”
“I’m Michael. Michael, Jr.” His cock throbbed as it bounced on her face, so close to her moving lips.
“You’re his son?”
“No, grandson. My grandmother was his wife. She was pregnant when he died. She left and had my mother. I don’t know who my father is. My mother never told me, and I never asked.” It was as though he needed to get it all out of his system. He had spent many years nearby. He found the female occupants enthralled with the legends of the house and mad
e his nocturnal visits to their bed more legend then reality when they woke up the next day, even when they were bound. Is this the end of it for me? “Have you seen my grandfather? Really seen him?”
“Yes, I can see him, but I also felt his cock inside me?”
“I can feel his presence, but I never saw him. I saw something take you, your naked body bound and spread for him. I saw your pussy and ass hole opened up so wide, but there was nothing there for me to see. It was as though you were being penetrated by something invisible, but it was big. There was no doubt in my mind that it was his cock that ravished your body for his pleasure.”
“So you dress in that ridiculous costume and take unsuspecting women. I don’t know why I didn’t realize it sooner.”
“It’s the water. It has an aphrodisiac and relaxant. Nothing harmful, just enough to make a woman that is already susceptible to the legend of the house to submit.”
So that was it. She had finished it days before; it must have been washed from her system. She hated that he drugged her, but now, she had to decide. She was naked and partially bound on her last night. She could call the police and have him arrested, but that would make her upcoming article sound like fiction, no matter how hard she tried to make it realistic and tell of being taken by the being Michael.
Michael’s fate was in her hands, but she didn’t say anything. “What are you going to do?”
“I have a great article that will make this house famous once again. If I turn you in, my article will never get past the publisher. He’ll think it was just the ranting’s of a drugged author. What were you going to do to me?”
