by Powerone
"GGGHHH,” she gasped as the thick head pushed against her throat. Her hands wanted to rise up and push him away, instead it rubbed her pussy harder, hoping the lust would offset the gagging and choking Michael's cock was eliciting from her body. She gagged as her throat was forced open, Keri unsure how such a large cock could enter such a small hole, but she couldn't mistake the feeling as it felt like a giant snake being shoved down her throat. She choked and gagged, her air cut off, unable to stop his cock from breaching her throat. She began to panic, the thick cock blocking her from sucking the precious air into her lungs. It felt like hours, Michael's hands holding her subservient on his cock, the thick flesh jerking and jumping in the tight constraints of her throat, when in reality it was only a couple of seconds. It burned the tender flesh of her throat as it sat blocking her passage.
Her lips were open wide as she choked, his cock throbbing as the muscles of her throat convulsed up and down his cock. He struggled to keep her pinned down on his cock, the natural reaction of her body was to shove it out of her throat. Tears rolled down her cheeks, the look of despair in her eyes, her nostrils flaring as she struggled to fill her lungs. He saw the panic in her eyes and finally relented, allowing her to pull her head off of his cock, hearing her gag one last time as the head of his cock popped out of her throat noisily. Recovering quickly, her tongue raced over the shaft and head of his cock as she tried to please him, hoping to keep his cock out of her throat again. Watching her attempts made him smile, her motivation obvious. As much as he was enjoying her efforts, he had other things he wanted to subject her to. He gently pulled his cock from her mouth, both hands cradling her head.
She watched as his slick cock pulled from her mouth, her lips open as she panted, precious air filling her lungs. Spit and cum pulled in long strands from his cock to her lips, her teary eyes begging him not to do it again.
"Lick my balls,” he ordered her, knowing that she would be willing to do anything than take his cock in her throat again. She eagerly obeyed, one hand holding his cock up and away from his balls, her tiny fingers curled around his slick member, sliding effortlessly up and down the shaft, her tongue racing over his balls, enthusiastic to please him any other way.
Her tongue licked his wrinkled ball sack, not even caring as her mouth filled with errant pubic hairs, making her gag. Anything was better than his cock in her mouth, her throat still burning from his last impalement. She sucked one large ball into her mouth, sucking it tenderly, her other hand stroking his cock, hoping to induce an orgasm in him when he was not in her mouth.
Michael raised his hips up high, spreading his legs wide, his cheeks spread apart. “Lick my asshole. Make your tongue nice and stiff and drive it up my asshole."
The look of disgust on her face was priceless, Michael's hands pushing her head down lower. He caught a glimpse of her pink tongue slipping out her lips before her head was out of sight, his cock jumping as he felt the unexpected wet touch of her tongue on his anus. “OOH, that feels so good Keri. Stick your wet tongue up my asshole.” He pushed her head harder between his cheeks, her tongue curling around his asshole, igniting the pleasure sensors that ringed his anal ring.
She fought the nausea that filled her belly as her tongue touched his anus, the tart taste assailing her taste buds. How perverted, she thought as she realized that Michael was dragging her deeper into the depths of depravity. She lathered the tight hole, feeling it clenching on her tongue. Michael pushed her head deeper, her nose banging up against his balls. She stiffened her tongue into a point and pressed against the center of his hole, feeling his muscles tighten as Michael pushed out with his asshole, Keri finding her tongue sucked into the hot depths of his asshole. His rectal muscles closed onto her tongue trapping it as Michael held her head hostage.
He pushed out on his asshole, as if he was having a bowel movement, her tongue sucked into his asshole. He couldn't believe that she did it, his anal ring stretched tightly around her wet tongue, feeling her tongue moving around inside his rectum like a warm snake. He could hear her muffled cries, but he was enjoying her rimming of his asshole too much to worry about her. He kept her pinned on his ass, her tongue trapped in his rectum. He finally relented and released Keri from his hole. “Lap at my asshole.” Her tongue moved fast, licking all around his clenching hole, Keri learning that there are things worse than licking the outside. He pulled her head back up, his ass settling back down on the couch. He wanted her mouth and throat again, eager to cum in her. She would be willing to do anything now. Even his cock in her throat would be better than her tongue in his asshole.
He gripped her head, pulling her onto his waiting cock. “Time to suck Keri.” Her mouth opened wide, his cockhead sliding effortlessly over her moistened lips. “Do a good job and I'll reward you with a mouthful of cum.” He pressed her head down on his cock, feeling her lips close tightly on the shaft as it slid into the hot confines of her mouth.
She didn't even struggle when he fitted his cock down into her throat, his hands pushing hard until she choked, her throat opening, his cock taking advantage of the open hole, plunging into her throat until it closed tightly on his cockhead. “YEEESS, now that's not so bad is it Keri?” He held her face pinned against his abdomen, her mouth filled with eight inches of cock, part of it plugging her clenching throat.
"GGGUUGGGG,” the only sounds she could make, his throbbing flesh plugged into her throat, her gagging only bringing more pleasure to him, his cock jerking in the tight restraints of her throat each time she choked. Spit was drooling down her chin, her hand moving back to her pussy. She began to rub her pussy hard, hoping for an orgasm. She felt some relief when Michael pulled his cock from her mouth, Keri bent over, eyes watering, choking in air. His hands lifted her head back up, Keri pleading with him. “No more, please."
Michael's cock pushed into her mouth, ignoring her pleas, sliding into her gullet with one powerful stroke that took her breath away, her eyes opened wide as she was impaled on his thick weapon. He jerked her head up and down, his cock never leaving her throat, her choking encouraging him to greater cruelty. “Yes, get ready for me to cum Keri.” He pumped her throat up and down on last time, pulling from the tight hole, his cock sitting on her tongue. His sphincter tightened, the wet hole tingling, as his balls waited to release the torrent of cum in her waiting mouth. “Flutter your tongue on my cock when I cum."
She did what he said, hearing his heavy breathing as he pumped his cock in and out of her lips, Keri tightening her silky lips around his shaft, hoping to end the brutal onslaught to her mouth. She felt his cock swell, her lips barely able to contain the thick shaft. Michael shoved one last time with his hips, Keri sucking his cock into her mouth. She could almost feel the cum flowing through his thick shaft, her fingers racing over her clit, hoping to ignite an orgasm in her at the same time. Her tongue swirled over the head of his cock, feeling the piss hole open up, her tongue flooded with the hot, thick crème, shooting to the back of her mouth. Her cheeks bulged out as his cum quickly filled her mouth. She came just as her mouth was filled with the foul crème, the thoughts of how she must look, her mouth wrapped around Michael's cock as he spewed his seed into her oral cavity sending her over the edge. Her nipples swelled, Keri rubbing the sensitive tips over his hairy legs, her pussy exploding from her fingers. She pinched her clit hard, sending another orgasm to her brain. She swallowed load after load of cum, some dripping down her chin.
Michael blew his load of cum in her unwilling mouth, her tongue bathed with the hot crème. He saw her body shudder, knowing that she had masturbated herself to orgasm, pumping his cock in and out of her tight lips as her throat bobbed up and down as she tried unsuccessfully to swallow his abundant cum. Cum ran down her chin, adding to her humiliation as she sucked him dry, finally dumping the last load into her swollen cheeks. He let his cock sit inside her mouth, Keri finally understanding her job, her tongue licking it clean. He dragged his wet cock over her lips. His fingers scooped up some of the cum
from her chin, his finger pushing it into her mouth. “You forgot some. Swallow it all.” She obeyed like a good girl, her tongue licking his finger clean. Michael sat back, his cock semi-hard, the look of sweet surrender on Keri's face still keeping him aroused. He knew he would have no trouble taking out his perversities on Keri. And that of his friends. She would soon learn ultimate submission to the male species.
CHAPTER 7
All of her Intimacy left Bare
Keri was surprised to find Michael sitting in a chair next to her bed when she awoke, his eyes staring at her. She could feel his eyes burning through her body. “Good morning,” she managed to stammer.
"You are very beautiful when you sleep.” His cock was hard, imagining Keri's naked body beneath the sheets.
"Thhhank you,” she stammered, feeling shy yet proud that he saw her as beautiful. Every time she saw him, she was surprised by his candor.
"Breakfast is soon, but there is one chore that needs to be attended to first.” He got up from the chair, moving towards the bed.
She was afraid to ask, slipping out of the bed, dressed in only her panties. She almost wanted to cover her breasts, but it seemed like a futile gesture. After all, she had sucked his cock and drank his cum last night. All while naked and masturbating.
"Take off your panties. You won't need them for now.” His hand slid around her waist, keeping her balanced while she slipped her panties off, Michael's eyes wandering down to her naked ass cheeks.
"Lay on the bed on your back.” Keri got on the bed, feeling Michael's eyes burning into her flesh as she crawled up onto the mattress, knowing that he was getting an eyeful as her legs spread as she quickly scampered to lie down. Michael came back with a long bar at least five feet long, ropes tied to the ends of it and set it resting on the bed. Michael reached for Keri's arms and pulled them up and over her head, her naked breasts not failing to catch his attention as they drew up so proudly.
Keri couldn't do anything except watch Michael as he took liberties with her body, her arousal increasing as Michael picked up the bar and placed it behind her neck, her arms raised up to rest on top of the bar. She felt Michael twisting the rope around her wrist, securing it to the farthest end of the thick bar, the rope tightening, her pussy getting wetter with each tug of the rope. She watched as he moved to the other side of the bed, Keri surrendering, her wrist already in the position so he could tie it to the other end. She almost came when her other wrist was secured, pulling her taut, Keri tugging on both ends, her arms effectively bound and spread. How could she be so aroused? Did the bondage do it to her or was it Michael?
Michael looked down at her, an almost blissful look on her face, quite the opposite you would expect to find of a female that just become bound and was basically unable to defend her naked body. Michael's fingers played over her luscious mounds, teasing the nipples until they popped out hard and erect, his fingers snapping over the sensitive tips almost harshly, yet Keri arched her back, sticking her breasts out for his harsh touch. He clenched one firm tit in his hand, squeezing it so tightly that he left grooves in her skin, Keri's only protest was of her legs squirming on the bed, but Michael suspected it was more in arousal than in pain. He stopped touching her, seeing the disappointment in her eyes. “I promised that you would be shorn and that is what I intend to happen.” Michael did one last thing. He pulled some cloth from his pocket and tied a gag around her mouth, the knot stuffed into her mouth as the white cloth split her lips. He tied it tight, Keri's eyes reflected the panic as she huffed through her nose.
She forgot about that, looking down at her bush, the reflection in the overhead mirror, standing out starkly. She began to get nervous, unable to move her hands, sure that her legs would be immobilized next, afraid that Michael might accidentally cut her in a most intimate place possible. And then there was the humiliation of having a bald sex, all of her treasures fully exposed to Michael's probing eyes. The knot in her mouth was quickly soaking up her spit. Her nose flared as she tried to breathe, her chest rising up and down as Keri was finally able to control her panic. Michael walked out abruptly, leaving Keri naked and bound on the bed, the French doors opened, the windows uncovered. She hoped he would hurry back, sure that he was getting the tools to shave her.
It must have been ten minutes or more before she heard Michael's footsteps returning, her eyes turned to the door, waiting to see him. “MMMGGG,” her head shaking in panic as she tried to scream in the gag. It wasn't Michael! It was the gardener that had watched her hanging naked through the window, masturbating as his eyes raped her. He was carrying a metal bowl, the sounds of things rattling around inside it as he moved in the room.
"Hello Keri. Michael sent me to shave you. My you certainly are a lovely thing. All naked and ready for me. Just like the other day.” He saw the shocked look in her face as she mumbled incoherently in the gag. “I know exactly what you are saying. You're wondering what makes me qualified to shave you.” He smiled down at the lovely naked girl. “It's because I'm a gardener. I am always cutting bushes.” His laugher roared in the room.
Keri turned red, not just her face, all of her body a bright red as she kept her thighs clenched tightly together. He must be all of eighteen, his eyes feasting on her naked body just like he did the other day. What was Michael thinking, allowing a young boy to shave her so intimately? Keri wasn't sure that she could stand the humiliation. She watched as he dumped out the contents of the bowl on the table next to her, the shiny bright razor standing out so brilliantly. It wasn't a regular safety razor. It was a straight razor! He left the room, going into the bathroom and turning on the water. After a couple of minutes, he came back out, balancing the bowl delicately as he walked, steam wafting up from the bowl.
"I'm Kevin. I thought you might like to know my name since we are going to know each other so intimately. At least I'm going to know you intimately.” He put the bowl down on the nightstand next to the bed, watching as Keri still struggled to free herself, the rope already digging deep into her wrists. She could struggle all she wanted, there was no way she was going to get loose. And she would quickly tire. He couldn't wait any longer, sitting on the bed beside her, seeing her trying to move away, the rope and bar holding her arms spread wide limiting her movements. He touched her nipple, his finger lightly tracing over the pink tip. She had such nice tits, firm, capped by large nipples and areolas. He could feel it burst to life in spite of her muffled protests. “Yes, nice tits.” He squeezed her nipple, pulling on the hard tip, watching her breast stretch out of shape. “You like them played with, I can tell.” He squeezed harder, a tiny yelp coming from her gagged mouth, her face contoured in pain. “Like it a bit rough?” He twisted her nipple, her upper body shaking, testing her.
His fingers were calloused, touching her nipples, the sensitive tips popping to life. He pinched her nipple, the pain shooting deep into her breast, his finger twisting and turning her nipple as she struggled to shake his hand loose. “MMMMGG,” she protested, her body tiring already. He yanked her nipple, Keri watching as the pink tip stretched until it was almost two inches long, the pain lacing through her body. She arched her body up, anything to stop the terrible pain. She watched his hand as he grasped her breast in his palm, squeezing the flesh, her nipple trapped beneath his palm. He moved from one breast to the other as she squirmed on the bed, unable to stop him from fondling her body at will.
He got up, moving down beneath the bed, finding the other bar that Michael had told him would be there. He saw the panic in her eyes when he put it at her feet, Keri drawing up her knees away from the bar despite of the show he was giving him, her pussy peaking out from between her legs.
"NNNNOOOO!” Her muffled cries fell on deaf ears as she saw the other bar, this one longer than he ones that secured her wrists, the ropes hanging from the far ends. He was going to spread her legs. Spread them wide. She clenched her thighs together, vowing to fight him every step of the way.
Kevin would have no trouble with K
eri. He put the bar down, laying out the ropes carefully. He saw her legs bent high up to her ass, hoping that he wouldn't be able to reach them. He grasped one of her slim ankles before the touch of his hand even registered on her brain, pulling it down to one corner of the spreader bar, his hand holding her tight in spite of her attempts to kick, her energy draining quickly from her prolonged struggle. He looked between her legs, her other leg bent over her thigh, hiding her pussy from his view, but that would soon be resolved. He tied the rope three times around her ankle, pulling it tight against the bar. She glared at him while he secured her leg, seeing the panic in her face, knowing that she wouldn't be able to stop him. But that didn't stop her stuggles, her body continuing to try to move out of his grasp.
She tugged, feeling the heavy bar slow down her struggle, her ankle secured tightly. Kevin smiled up at her, an evil glint in his eyes as his hand pushed her bound ankle to the far side of the bed, Kevin reached up and captured her other ankle. “MMMGGG,” she screamed in the gag, her protests so muted behind the gag. She could only watch as Kevin stared between her legs while he pulled her leg out straight, smiling as he slowly spread it wide, obviously enjoying the agony she was suffering, until she felt her ankle touch the ropes on the other side of the bed. She looked down, ashamed, her pussy spread open by the wide expanse of her legs, Kevin staring boldly at her pussy so intimately revealed. How could Michael have done such a thing to her? Leaving her naked and bound with the young gardener. She struggled as Kevin tied her ankle to the spreader bar, Keri's movement ineffective except to humiliate her further, her hips dancing about as if she was enjoying the bondage. Her crotch already began to ache, her legs spread farther than they should be.
