Chapter 18 #2
I clamp shut my mouth, taunting him with my refusal.
I never even heard him unzip.
Now what will he do?
I wrinkle up my nose as if his cock repels me. And in a way, this does. I’m bound and bitten and already feeling defiled and yet…
“Ahhh. The little bitch awakens.” Rafael sneers, his lip lifting crookedly. He slips his belt loose, then starts to fold it into his hand.
Nervously, I watch the tail end of the belt swing. Then he leans over me, kisses the top of my head.
“Careful what you do, little doll, that nasty look has earned you this now instead of later.”
Oh. Shit. I wriggle my butt. A shiver of fear reaches in and makes desire uncurl within—that mix of oh yesss and hell no.
“Hold her head down on the floor, bent over so I can do this.”
“With pleasure.”
I’m forced to bend until my face is side on to the glossy parquetry floor. My rear is fully bared by Lazlo as the material is rolled aside. “Beautiful,” he mutters as he does so.
I wriggle to get free because I must do so, because it just works on me to always try to get loose, even knowing that I can’t. I get nowhere and subside when Lazlo angles his boot into my neck.
“Keep her there.” I hear the slap of the belt on the floor as he shakes it out.
I tense up and have only a second to contemplate the wild contrast of the elegant herringbone flooring an inch from my nose and the kinky fuckery happening all around us when the belt whips across both cheeks of my ass.
Fuck. I jerk. The fire in that.
I yelp and gasp as he keeps going, not counting them, simply absorbing the awakening of pain and pleasure, a combination that nothing has ever beaten.
By the time he is done, my entire butt is pulsing with the flare of my nerve endings screaming and throbbing.
It’s a throb that runs all the way to my cunt.
It won’t stop me misbehaving in future but… Now?
Now I am his.
I’m released only to have Rafael take possession of me with an awesome fist scrunched so tightly into my hair that my eyelids flutter.
“Open that mouth,” he growls and I do so, letting him fuck my mouth hard, choking at times but reveling in it all, all…those…fucking sensations that flood through me lighting me with embers and flame.
When he is done, though he hasn’t come, he withdraws his dick from my mouth—leaving a string of drool connecting us.
Then he crouches before me, still holding my head rigidly in place.
Enthralled, I watch his hand go between my legs until he finds my entrance then he fingerfucks me for four strokes, and at the last he wedges his fingers in, brutally and high.
I moan as he leaves them there, jammed in. My mouth is still open when he pulls them out and he wipes them on my thighs and my breasts then puts them in my mouth. He draws them over my tongue.
“Better,” he says as he stands and looks down at me. “I forgot this too.” He’s unpocketed the leash and clicks it onto my collar. “Walk.”
Unsteadily, I climb to my feet. With my hands still trapped behind me and Lazlo following, I weave behind Rafe, out between the columns, past two chairs, and into the main flow of this event, where almost anything goes.
Eyes track us as I pad along. What he is planning to do to me? I’m very aware that every jiggle of my breasts, every part of my body, is being appraised and used to heighten the onlookers’ enjoyment. I’m being paraded like a slave or an object and how absurd that this also fuels my own desires.
When we halt near the now empty pillory, the wetness smeared on my thighs has become far more than he left there.
Rafe turns and comes to me to unclip the leash then stands with hands on hips, as if he’s a showman with his wares for sale.
His perfectly fitted, dire-black suit underscores the obscenity of my dark angel costume that shields nothing of my intimate parts.
The device is open and the top half swung aside so the next victim can be positioned on it.
“Let’s put her in. I’d happily do worse, string you up from a chandelier and make you cry tears before we fuck you, but I think…” He cocks his head, shrugs at Lazlo who holds my arm. “Maybe not yet. Lazlo needs to be eased in.”
“What? Me?” Lazlo looks at me then at the stocks. “I like this gadget.”
He drags me closer and they undo my wrists then place them on the semicircles cut into the pillory. I squirm and protest, of course, loudly, until Rafe gets exasperated and puts his hand over my mouth.
I think about biting him, but check myself at his expression, which is in the danger zone of ‘do that and I will find that fucking chandelier or worse’.
I give in, and the timber is lowered over my neck and hands before being locked down. The insides of these holes are padded with black leather. Though my neck is loosely held, when I move my hands it’s ungiving.
My legs are pulled apart, then my ankles are roped to anchor points on the floor.
I’m half-naked, spread, and exposed, and the height of the pillory has been lowered so that any prisoner is half-kneeling. I can guess what they plan to do.
“I should’ve studied my history better.” Lazlo slaps the timber of the pillory. “It’s wickedly perverted. That chandelier can wait. Though, what about those?” Lazlo points at the discarded piranha clamps lying on the floor and picks them up, letting them swing before my eyes. “Use them on her?”
The timber around my head muffles the answer he gets, but he brings them to each breast and gives the clamps and then me a calculating look.
“Noooo,” I whisper.
“She said yes,” he declares.
“I didn’t!”
A hard hand swats my supremely molested rear and I splutter.
From the sound of it Rafael has unzipped his fly. “I heard the yes too.” He appears to my right and watches as Lazlo opens the clamp on one fish then places it over my stretched-out nipple, then closes it.
Owww, I mouth the word.
They’re orange-painted fish but they aren’t papier mache like I thought. They’re thin metal and heavy enough to drag at me. The teeth are blunted steel. Disbelieving, I am still wincing at the pain when Rafe’s cock touches my pussy entrance and he nudges it an inch inside then thrusts in, hard.
“Uh!” I’m clenching around him already only to find, when I open my eyes, that Lazlo has my other breast weighed in his hand.
“Keep fucking her.” He grins as he squeezes my nipple and fastens the second piranha.
Every jar of Rafael’s cock into me jostles my body into the pillory and the two fish shake and pull at my nipples.
Lazlo murmurs, “Cannot resist,” bending down to suck on each nipple where my flesh bulges past the metal grabbing me.
“Oh. No. No, stop.” Pain and lust screw into me with every draw of his lips and swipe of his tongue. I can only wriggle my hips and whine because I’m pinned in place. Yet what he’s doing captivates me. The sensations curl down to my core and clit as I’m fucked and obliterated by cock from the rear.
My breasts ache, my poor clit feels swollen off the charts of clit territory, and when Rafe withdraws fully then slams back in there’s a shameful squelch.
“Give me room,” Lazlo tells the man ramming into me.
“Are you—”
“Yes.”
I feel the cock withdraw, the thrusts become half-depth.
I’ve shut my eyes and… A tongue curls sensuously over my clit.
Shocked, I peer past the timber and my breasts, and Lazlo is below, bending, mouthing me, sucking, with his tongue doing glorious gymnastics. My whimper becomes a raspy groan as the sucking intensifies.
With my toes pushing at the floor and my mind on the pleasure wrecking me, Rafe clamps his hands on the timber above and impales me, grunting. Yet he’s holding himself back and swearing at Lazlo.
I’m grateful it’s him, for Lazlo’s erection is on full display when he shifts for a moment. His pants are open, and a lolling great monster of a cock pokes from the fly. Half-erect, it stiffens as I look. That would be too much.
That playful tongue has my pussy squeezing onto the man reaming me, shallow or not, it’s more than enough. My feet twist in the ropes at my ankles. Mouth. Tongue. The spearing cock, the rocking of my breasts, the metal biting at them.
The build to orgasm becomes a never-ending testament to the agony of sexual arousal when too much becomes exactly, fucking right. I choke out nonsense words, my spine curves, and I strain to open myself to Rafe.
A nearby stranger exhorts my man to fuck me raw, and I feel myself become thoroughly unhinged.
Muscles tighten in my legs and stomach, and my back arches. I spasm deep in my core, thrown into a shuddering, blinding climax that renders me useless. My hands curl into fists.
“Gods. Get outta the way.” Rafael’s voice cracks. “I’m fucking there.” He grunts and spears in and stops. The thickening of his cock and the pressure from come spilling into me, punctuates my panting as I sag in the pillory.
Lazlo has stood. Come drips to the floor back there, between my shaking knees.
I hang my head, eyes shut, mouth breathing and gasping. Leaning into the timber, I rely on its support, for my legs have lost their strength and sprawl wide. I’m telling myself to remember where I am. Everyone saw that, still can, and…and I can’t even close my legs.
I’m gulping and still their prisoner when I feel something larger than what was just inside me push apart my entrance, wide, wider, slowly forcing in. It almost splits me.
That’s Lazlo’s cock.
“You can take it. You can. Fuck though.” He swears again under his breath, clutches my hips as if I’m about to get away, then shoves some more and I whine a little, because…hell. That thing is big.
He shoves again. His cock penetrates me an inch, then two inches, then deeper. “Sssss. Getting there.” The strain in his voice is somehow sexy.
Still swimming in the nirvana of my orgasm, I lower my head and groan as he remorselessly shoves and grinds and pushes until I think he finally reaches full depth. His hands are glued to my hips.