by Syra Bond
I felt his knuckle against my anus; his finger was in as deep as it would go. He pressed against it, increasing the pressure but no longer able to get it in any further. He waited, not moving. I felt my anus throbbing. I felt it tightening then relaxing. I felt it pulsating and burning. I bit down harder against the bar. I felt more pain - now it was in my neck and chest. Then, suddenly, he pulled his finger out. I felt the ring of my anus trying to hold it in. It tightened under the pressure of withdrawal, tugging at the intruding finger, now wanting it to stay there forever, but it could not hold it. I did not bring my buttocks together in relief; instead, I opened them more with a sense of excited dissipation.
I felt empty when his finger came out. I felt the gaping hole of my anus. I felt the heat and the cold, and I bit down harder on the bar and the pain in my mouth filled me with a need for anything he wanted to do to me. I did not care what it was - I just wanted it. More than anything, I wanted what he decided I should have.
I knew it was his cock - it was so hot. It burned the edges of my anus - just its touch burned me. As it started to go in, I realised how big it was, how solid, how weighty. It was wet - he must have spit on it - and it slipped in so easily. He paused for a moment, just to let me experience the heat of it perhaps, then he pressed again and it continued to penetrate me. It seemed to last forever - it was as though its progress into me would go on until the end of time. I was filled before it stopped. I felt full in my throat. It was as though my whole body was filled with it, and still he was forcing it in - still there was more to come.
I crouched there, bound by the tight leather reins, unable to move - not wanting to move - my teeth clenched forcefully around the unforgiving steel bar, filled to the brim by his heavy, massive cock. When finally it stopped, I felt as if its throbbing head was in my chest. My rectum was completely filled by it. Then it drew back. It tugged at my innards and I felt its full fire, and I closed my eyes and tightened my clenching teeth, and I felt spit running into the back of my nose. I flared my nostrils and breathed heavily and the spit ran down them and dribbled over my top lip. It ran around my wide-stretched mouth then, in a bubbling river, streamed down onto my chin.
And he pushed it back in and, as it reached the top, again it pulled back. And he set up a slow rhythm - in and out, in and out. I breathed in time with its beat. The flow of spit down my nostrils increased as his cock went in, and decreased as it pulled back. I felt part of the massive harrow - as solid and unmovable as it was. I was a tool, an implement - only there for the huge cock, for its pleasure, its need, its fertilizing seed.
There was no warning; its semen came suddenly, like lava from an exploding volcano. I open my eyes wide. I did not know what would happen. I felt the scalding liquid running inside of me, unable to escape. I was filled with fear. I was plugged too tight to take it all. Only when he pulled the cock free did it run out. And it flowed copiously, streaming down the insides of my thighs, over the backs of my knees, down my calves and onto my tightly bound feet. I closed my eyes in relief, but my body stayed as fixed as it had been since I was bound by my hands and feet to the unyielding harrow.
And it was not over. I did not have to wait long for the next. He did the same - filled my anus brimful with his semen. The next one took my cunt, the next, both. I don’t know when my orgasms started - I think it was when it started to rain and I felt its cool droplets washing the semen from my feet. But even when they did start, I could not let them out - I was too solidly fixed - I just absorbed them all, one after another. I bit on the steel bar so hard that my teeth ground loudly. I opened my eyes as wide as they would open - I thought they would explode. The frantic jerking that was set off by my released joy happened inside me, it joined with the running semen and the stuffing cocks and, crammed with it all, I descended into a pleasure from which I thought it impossible to return. And then it went black and, as cold and heat mixed together like heaven and hell, I felt no more.
I walked back down to the twisting track in a daze. The moonlight had faded and the sun was already coming up by the time I got back to the motel. Everything was bathed in purple, gold and red. I shivered in the chill of the morning air. I went to my room and dropped straight to sleep. I dreamt of the night before, seeing images of myself, bound to the harrow being taken one after another by unseen men who had come throughout the night to have their pleasure.
I woke with a start. I jumped up and ran across to the motel. I was barely in time for breakfast. I gobbled it quickly and went into the shop to tell the woman there about what had happened. She was not there.
‘Oh, where’s the lady who was here yesterday?’ I asked.
‘I don’t know, sweetie. The shop was closed all day yesterday. I had to take my old daddy to hospital.’
‘But I spoke to a lady here yesterday, after breakfast. She gave me a trail guide. I went to Johnson’s Farm.’
‘Johnson’s Farm! Now that’s a joke. You couldn’t get through to Johnson’s Farm nowadays, even with a chainsaw. Nobody’s even seen the place for years.’
‘But I was there yesterday! I was with their foster daughter, May.’
‘You’re a fine joker that’s for sure. Johnson’s Farm! May! She must have been dead for 70 years. Ran away with a ploughman called Jesse from Roanoke. They escaped on a train. She was dressed as a boy, they say. And old Johnson and his wife? He was supposed to have been a cruel man, that’s for sure, but when they found what he’d done to his wife they lynched him the same day. They must have been dead nearly a 100 years. Wow! Lady, I don’t know where you’ve been, or what you’ve been doing, but it ain’t been at the Johnson’s farm, and it ain’t been with May Johnson. Not unless it was her ghost!’
I shivered all over as a fresh coldness spread across my skin. I reached around and felt my buttocks - they were sore. I bit my teeth together and I could still feel the pain from the harsh steel bar. I didn’t care what she was telling me, I knew what had happened, ghost or not, I knew what had happened. Suddenly, the scent of new mown hay came into my nostrils and, as I turned and caught my reflection in a mirror, I saw I was still wearing the white cotton smock!
PRESQUE ISLE
BLINDFOLDED
It was hot, too hot for the season, too hot for my clothes - I was soaked with sweat. I had driven off the I90 to get a break and found myself on the shores of Lake Erie in the Presque Isle National Park. A tall ranger had given me a map and pointed out a good place to park.
‘You’re the second stranger today, Ma’am. It’s unusual for the time of year, to see so many outsiders, quite unusual.’
I sat back on a broad wooden bench and stared out across a grassy meadow enclosed by tall birch trees. They shimmered in the warm wind that blew across the vast expanses of water contained in the Great Lakes of North America. It was a good place to be.
Two young women in bikinis lay side by side on the grass. Their lightly tanned and shapely forms were dappled with the flickering light beneath the canopy of trees. My eyes roved over their slim taut bodies. Their stomachs were flat and, where they dished down between their hips, the material at the front of their bikini bottoms was raised slightly from their smooth skin. I knew that if I was close enough, and at the correct angle, I would be able to see beneath the material to the tops of their cracks.
I got up, went closer and lay down not far away from them. I pretended I was lying casually on the grass to feel the warmth of the sun. I felt a bit silly. I did not have a bra on, and I did not know how people around here felt about being topless, so I kept my T shirt on. I pushed my hands down the front of my jeans and pulled my panties up tightly against my cunt - the light pink material tugged into the crack of my flesh, and I felt the delightful tension it caused against its raised edges. I pulled them up a bit more - it was delectable.
One of the young women lifted her knees. The taut material of her bikini bottoms stretched tighter betwe
en her raised hips. I knelt down and stared. I allowed myself to imagine what lay in the dark shadow along the gusset of the yellow flower-patterned bikini bottoms. I thought of the smooth skin of her stomach. In my mind, I followed it down to the slow, curved incline that rose upwards to the top of her crack. I could almost smell the fragrance of her slit. I pictured the delightful split of flesh, the neat valley that lay between the swollen edges, the softness, the nakedness, the sticky wetness that gleamed at its centre.
I imagined myself bending down to it, pulling away the covering of the bright yellow bikini bottoms. I felt the tension of my own panties against the flesh of my cunt as I leant forward more. I thought of how her bikini bottoms would come down to just above her knees, how she would raise her hips with excitement from the exposure, how she would lift up her flesh and, sensing the wetness along it even more as the hot sun heated its surface, how she would allow her delectable crack to open. I saw myself place my head between her thighs. I imagined their heat against my ears. I saw my tongue licking out - wet and glistening with spit. I saw it probing towards that beautiful slit, reaching out for it, its own pinkness seeking out the pinkness of the shimmering soft and fragrant crack.
Yes, that was all I could think of - bending over her, straddling her head with my knees, raising my bottom high, as I dropped my lips down against that perfect, naked, exposed slit. I could almost taste it - sweet scented and aromatic. I wanted to smother myself in it. I could feel my nostrils flaring to take more of her wetness against my nose. I would sniff at her. I would breathe her in as deeply as I could. I would inhale her; let her delightful scent into every cell of my body. I would feel her essence inside me before, finally, I would allow my tongue to make contact. I would hold it back as long as I possibly could - delighting in the anticipation - but in the end, I would not be able to restrain myself and, as my outstretched tongue touched the soft flesh that beckoned it, I would open my mouth and press my lips against it. Then I would give way. I would slobber on it greedily. I would not have the control to please her - I would be unable to tantalise her, unable to satisfy her with any delicacy. I would be ravenous. I would eat at her flesh. Hungry and needy. I would suck at its sloppiness, drink it, consume it until my body lost control completely and I felt the irrepressible jerks of my frenzied orgasm.
I sat up. My hand was between my thighs and my fingers were deep inside my cunt. The two women were staring at me! I felt my face redden. I looked beyond them - youths were playing with a ball, a pair of lovers stroked each other’s hair, mothers sat in a group talking, several cars were parked on the grass - one was a big shiny black sedan.
The woman with the yellow bikini smiled. She waved her hand for me to go over. I took my fingers from my cunt -they were wet. I felt my face flush again. I felt ridiculous - discovered, exposed, deeply embarrassed.
‘Here, sit with us. I’m Petra, this is Robin,’ she said, as I got close to them.
‘Hi,’ I said, still trembling with excitement, and hiding my wet fingers behind my back. ‘I’m Syra.’
Robin sat up and smiled. They were both beautiful.
I sat down, pulled my knees up and wrapped my arms around them. My cunt was still wet and I knew there would be a wet patch on the gusset of my panties. I tightened my buttocks and a wave of delight spread up between them. I slackened my arms a little and let my knees drop slightly apart. Yes, there was a wet patch. I felt another thrill of excitement as I caught Petra staring at it.
‘Would you like to play a game?’ she asked. ‘This is a good place. Look, everybody’s enjoying themselves. What do you think?’
‘Yes, sure. Why not?’
‘Why not indeed,’ Petra giggled, obviously amused by my accent. ‘Let’s play “Blindfold”. It’s our favourite. Look, we have the blindfold with us, we always have it with us, don’t we Robin.’
‘We sure do,’ said Robin pulling out a black satin scarf from a picnic bag at her side.
‘Look, Robin will put the blindfold on you. She’ll make it nice and tight. You don’t mind that do you?’
I shook my head.
‘No, I suppose not.’
Robin knelt by me and placed the black scarf across my eyes. It felt smooth and cool. She pulled it tight and tied it behind me head. I couldn’t open my eyes and everything was completely black. For a second, I felt panicky - the scarf was pressing against my eyeballs - and it was claustrophobic not being able to open my eyes - but I took a couple of deep breaths and my fear eased.
‘Don’t worry, Syra. You’ll soon get into the swing of it.’
I felt Petra’s hand on my shoulder. It was warm and soft. She ran her fingers around it. I lifted my arm slightly so that she could feel where she wanted. Circling her fingers lightly, she caressed the smooth cup of my armpit - it tickled and I giggled.
She pulled away.
‘Right-ho,’ she said mimicking an English accent. ‘Let’s begin. Stand up, Syra. Upright! Stand to attention!’
I pushed my arms down by my sides, turned my fingers up against the base of my palms and pushed my thumbs down straight so that they reached beyond the first knuckle of my forefingers.
‘Good,’ said Petra. ‘Very good.’
I stretched my shoulders back and pressed my hands down even lower. It was pleasing to have her approval and, as I realised this, I felt a tingle of excitement at the base of my stomach. It spread into my crack and straight away I hoped for more of her appreciation. She did not give it, but her withholding of it sent another thrill of anticipation through my body, this time into my chest and hardening nipples.
I felt the heat of Petra’s breath against my ear as she held her lips close and whispered.
‘Now, Syra, I wonder if you remember which way you were facing. Probably not, even so, we need to give you a bit of a spin - just to get you started.’
Her lips touched my ear for a moment. I held my arms as rigidly as possible. She took my shoulders in her hands - she must have been standing in front of me. She turned me to the left, slowly. The first time, I knew when I was facing behind my original position and then when I had returned to face front. The second time I was not so sure. As she took me round again, I was not sure whether it was for a third time or not because I had completely lost track of what was in front of me or behind me.
She kept turning me and I started to feel dizzy. I was leaning to one side, I thought. I had to put my foot out to stop myself from falling. When I put my foot down, I wasn’t sure if I was still leaning to one side or not. I fought to keep my hands by my side then, suddenly, I had to throw them out to prevent myself from falling down.
She stopped turning me. I sensed her annoyance. There was a pause. My head was buzzing and I felt I was still turning. I held my hands out at either side. I knew I was rocking unsteadily.
Suddenly I felt her grab my T shirt and pull it up angrily. I lifted my arms and she yanked the T shirt free. She did not pull it free of my head though, but instead twisted it at the top so that it wrapped tightly around my face like a hood. I gasped and reached out randomly. The heat of my breath burned my nostrils. Then I realised my breasts were bared, exposed in the meadow for anyone who was there to see. I felt my face flush hot and I panted heavily against the cotton of the T shirt that was pulled taut across my face.
‘Hands by your side!’
For a moment, I hesitated. I was confused and surprised by her sudden anger.
‘By your side!’
I shrieked as she pinched my nipples between her fingers and thumbs. I couldn’t believe what she was doing!
‘If you are given an instruction, you must follow it. That’s the game, little Syra, and you must obey the rules of the game. If you don’t, well I think you understand now what will happen.’ She twisted my nipples sharply and I cried out again. ‘Exactly, you’ll be given a little reminder. Yes, Syra, that is on
ly a little reminder’
She released my nipples. I gasped with relief. Straight away I felt a prodding finger against my bare back - I couldn’t tell whether it was Petra or Robin. I stepped forward and immediately felt dizzy again. I couldn’t stop myself from holding my arms out in front of me in case I fell. I knew I had done wrong, and I knew I would be punished. I snapped my arms back by my sides, but already it was too late.
‘Oh, Syra, you are not doing very well with the rules. What a bad start.’
I felt hands at the buckle of my belt. Slowly, it was undone. I sensed the weight of the buckle dragging the end of the belt aside. The button at the top was undone, and then the zip was pulled down.
‘Panties! Oh, Syra, you surprise me. I’m afraid that’s another black mark. Oh dear, Syra. Panties!’
I kept my hands by my side - I could just about manage it - but I was swaying from side to side as my jeans were pulled down to my ankles.
‘Step out, Syra. Step out.’
As I lifted my right leg, I tottered sideways and had to hold my arms out again to steady myself. She did not say anything, but I heard her heavy intake of breath and I knew I had broken the rules again.
I stood as upright as I could while my panties were pulled down. The gusset caught in the flesh of my cunt as they came down, and I tightened my buttocks and twisted my hips to relieve the tangle of material. I gasped as it pulled harder and I opened my legs enough to let it free. I felt them drop against the tops of my feet. I did not know whether to step out of them or wait to be told. I waited, but nothing was said so I stepped out of them.
I realised that now I was naked. I realised that I was standing in the middle of the meadow where everyone could see me, naked, blindfolded, and with my T short twisted up over my head in a hood. And worse, I had allowed myself to be put in this position, and I did not dare do anything unless it was an instruction from Petra or Robin. I couldn’t believe how I had so quickly come under their control - how I had so easily given myself up to their mastery.
