First Visit to a Haitian Bondage Club
By
Powerone
Copyright
2005-2009
She closed her eyes as she lay on the large bed of
her hotel room in the luxurious Moulin Sur Mer. The beachfront hotel was built
on a sugar cane plantation around the mid-18th century. She was here on a
business trip, checking out a new factory to be built. It was part business and
part pleasure, Lyn having the weekend before returning home, her business
finished, a free weekend with no distractions. The sun was shining in the
window; Lyn was naked on the bed. The beach was empty but just the thought of anyone
looking in would be able to see her naked excited her. She had started to have
these strange desires about six months ago. She thought it just fantasy
probably caused by lack of sex or at least lack of sex with someone other then
Bill. Bill was her vibrator. She laughed, how many women named their vibrator.
Bill was about ten inches long and over three inches wide, a very formidable
man. She bought long lasting batteries by the ten pack, never wanting to be
without Bill when she needed him most. Maybe she should add Duracell to her
stock portfolio, a ten pack lasting less then a month.
She could see herself in the mirror that she had
positioned at the end of her bed. The full-length mirror was on an adjustable
frame, able to move up and down. After about ten minutes, she had it aimed just
right. She gazed into it, spreading her legs slowly, teasing herself as she saw
her pussy gradually revealed almost as if she were performing for a lover. Her
nipples were so hard that they almost felt like they would burst, her fingers
able to provoke them to hardness easily, her long nails scratching over them
bringing delicious shivers of lust between her legs. Her breasts had little sag
in them; her areolas were the darkest brown and seemed to engulf her large pink
nipples. Men would look at her breasts before they would look her in the eyes.
While demeaning as the President of a large company, it never failed to make
her wet when they did, knowing that her breasts were making their cocks hard.
She often wore button down blouses with her suits, many times teasing men by
leaving more buttons open then was prudent for a women of her status. But she
loved the stares that it provoked too much to be more demure.
Her tiny bush was trimmed to just a triangle, almost
like a warning sign, danger ahead. Her labia were puffy and very pronounced.
She had a pair of shorts she wore at home only that clung to her ass and pussy,
leaving little to the imagination. She wore them without panties, feeling the
material cling to every curve in her lower body, sliding between her lips as
she walked, her puffy lips clearly outlined in the front of her shorts. She
wore them without a top, the freedom of her naked breasts bouncing slightly
exciting her. She even had an orgasm once while walking around the house, the
material rubbing her sex, the material pressed against her anus.
She raised her legs up, bowing her legs out, her
knees bent, spread to the side as she stared in the mirror, her sex offered to
anyone who peeked in the window. Her breasts were rising and falling slowly,
her breathing shallow as she began to get excited. Her hand reached for Bill,
finding him next to her, ready and always hard for her. She stroked him as she
would a lover, putting him in her mouth, running her tongue over him to get him
wet for her. She pushed him in deeper, making herself gag, letting it play
around her tonsils, her choking exciting her as if she were being forced to
take his cock deep in her throat. Tears ran down her cheeks as she gagged on
the hard plastic. She pulled Bill out, her lips wrapped tightly around him as
he left, knowing that he would soon be between her legs, ready to quench the
hot lust that she felt.
She lowered Bill, letting him slide over her taut
stomach, playing the end back and forth, leaving a wet trail down her body,
moving down to her bush, Bill tangling himself in her silky hair. She could
feel the wetness between her legs; her lips seemed to quiver in expectation of
Bill. She hit the switch, Bill coming to life, the familiar vibration making
the muscles in her stomach tighten. "Yes Bill. Make me cum," she said
aloud. She pulled Bill from her body, not wanting to touch her clit yet, loving
for Bill to tease her, make her wet before he made her beg to cum. One hand
pulled a pussy lip to the side, her pink insides glowing in the mirror, Bill
paused above her, vibrating with a gentle hum. "Please Bill; touch me with
your magnificent cock."
Her body trembled when Bill touched her, sliding up
and down her slit, his head covered with her juices, her pussy juice mixing
with her saliva to make him slippery. "Oh yes Bill. Stick it in me,"
she begged her lover, her hips rising up from the bed, her vagina aching for
the fullness that Bill could bring to her body. Bill needed no more
encouragement, his head pressed against her tight opening, teasing around the
tiny hole, the gentle vibration pressing inward. "You're so big, I don't
know if you can get it all inside me." Her pussy was tight, Bill always
stretching her painfully, forced to service Bill, her pain only adding to his
pleasure.
She flicked the switch to medium, Bill becoming more
insistent now, more demanding of her body. He pushed in harder now, her pussy
clinging to the shaft as she was forced to take him inside, sharp pains
accompanying the feeling of fullness as the hard thick cock began to push aside
all resistance and sink inside her clenching pussy. "No so fast and
hard," she begged Bill, but he was beyond reason now, his cock taking
over, intent on burying himself deep inside her hot, tight pussy. Her hips
turned side to side, trying to make it more difficult for him to push in so
hard, but Bill always knew where she would move, his cock always in the right
spot to press forward.
He began to fuck her now, each time pulling out, her
pussy clinging to the shaft until only the head was gripped snuggly, then he
would thrust in, the powerful thrust would make her gasp in pain as she went
from empty to full in seconds, each time his cock shoved farther inside her.
Each time she begged him to go easier but he didn't seem to hear her or care,
only intent on taking his pleasure from her body. His cock felt like it was
going to come out her mouth, smashed painfully against her cervix, the button
mysteriously on high now, the vibrations now intense. His fucking became more
insistent, making her take the full measure of his cock with each thrust, her
body trying to sink deeper into the bed to escape the painful thrusts but Bill
seemed to know her every move, matching her motion for motion.
Suddenly she felt her pussy empty, Bill vibrating
noisily between her legs, poised as she trembled in fear. "NO! NO! Not
there. You know I don't like that. It hurts too much." She screamed out
when she felt his cock move between her legs and run over her anus. He had
forced her before, making her take the head of his cock in her anus until her
rectum grasped onto it, the muscle clenching on it, attempting to force out the
intruder. She hated him when he did that to her, knowing it brought no pleasure
to her, only pain and the degradation of the act of sodomy. He loved the way
she screamed in pain, the sounds spurring him on. He had only buried the head
in her asshole, the burning as her anus was stretched to unbelievable
proportions, the pain as her asshole clenched on his cock in response, teasing
him to greater hardness. He told her he would soon sodomize her; dump his cum
deep in her colon, teasing her before he would pull his cock from her asshole.
She opened her mouth, Bill always forcing her to take
his soiled cock in her mouth and clean it before he would fuck her. Her tongue
played over the foul tasting cock, licking the plastic clean, gagging as she
was forced to service him. She was relieved when he moved down again, his cock
entering her in one swift thrust that knocked the air from her lungs, gasps
from her lips as she was impaled on her rigid member. He fucked her hard for
over five minutes, moving up and down, hands gripping her pussy lips and
wrapping them tightly around the vibrating shaft as it pumped her. Fingers
grabbed her clit roughly, pulling it until it rubbed against Bill. "Yes!
Yes! Fuck me, make me cum."
A glimpse of a figure outside her window was all she
needed, a guest rushing by, embarrassed at what he saw making him move quicker.
She came, came like only Bill could make her do, her pussy flooded with her
juices, running down between her cheeks of her ass to soak the bed beneath her,
Bill vibrating inside her as she clenched on and off the thundering cock that
extracted such pleasure from her body.
She pulled the vibrator from her pussy, exhausted
from her orgasm that had shaken her body, her body glistening with a coat of
sweat, her breasts rising and falling on her chest as she tried to catch her
breath. Bill lay at her side, his batteries dead, his lust drained from its
insides. "Why do you take me so hard?" How come your brutality makes
me cum so hard?" She quickly dozed off, naked and exposed on the bed.
Lyn stood in her luxurious motel room overlooking the
coastline. She had been the President of Lewis Companies for over a year after
an intense struggle for five years of moving up the ranks of the company. She
had been Vice President of Finance for two years before finally achieving the
goal she had so long desired, the President of a major corporation. She had to
fight the prejudices, the glass ceiling, the stares of men that thought she
slept her way to the top, but she had finally succeeded where few women had
before.
The job had been everything she had thought it would
be and more, challenging, stimulating and exceedingly overpowering her life.
This is what she was contemplating now, her personal life, or a better choice
of words would be the lack of personal life. The job had become ever consuming
that there was little left for a personal life.
At thirty-five, Lyn still kept her looks and shape.
Her blonde hair framed her tanned face,
The trip was lackluster so far, business meetings
with the contractors and the local partner, a trip to the site to check their
progress, a business dinner and finally it was Friday night, work finished, her
plane not leaving until Sunday afternoon. She got up from the bed to take a
shower, putting a fresh set of batteries in Bill before she put him away, not
wanting to reach for him and finding him unable to perform. She had arranged a
local escort for her tonight, knowing better then to go out alone.
She dressed carefully, a short black skirt that clung
to her ass. A white blouse, buttons down the front, low cut leaving a generous
expanse of cleavage showing, a white lace bra pushing her breasts up. She wore four-inch
heels, leather straps keeping them snug around her ankles, aptly named
"fuck me heels". Underneath she was dressed to impress. A pair of low
cut black panties clung to her hips, barely covering her patch, the material
drawn tightly over her cheeks, her crack highlighted to perfection. The bra was
a white, almost transparent material, her brown areolas visible underneath it,
cut generously to show the maximum amount of cleavage, thrusting her breasts up
high. But the best part was the stockings she wore. Black silk stockings, the
black crease running up the back, the tops snuggled tightly into the black
garter belt that clung to her thighs. She looked at herself in the mirror
before she put on the skirt and blouse and whistled at her own reflection.
"Bill loves that sexy body," she said as she turned to show off her
nice buns. "I'll have to be careful or Bill will want to fuck me in the
ass again." She laughed as she talked to herself.
She glanced at the clock, almost eight. She had
already had dinner, room service bringing it up before she got dressed. She
didn't want to waste the whole night on food, having other ideas of what she
wanted to see. Her escort was to meet her in the bar downstairs at 8:15, Lyn
finishing dressing, dabbing on some lovely perfume, making sure that a dab was
behind her knees, hoping that the night would be a truly wonderful experience.
The bar was mostly empty, but all the male eyes were
on her as her heels clicked across the floor, the whoosh of her thighs rubbing
together as the stockings rubbed back and forth. She could already feel her
panties getting moist as they stared at her, none of them ever getting to her
face, most trained on her ass and legs, the short skirt providing the maximum
exposure. She instinctively knew it was him, the dark stranger sitting at the
end of the bar.
"Miguel?" She looked into his eyes, jet-black
knowing eyes that ran up and down her body as she stood before him.
"Yes, good evening Lyn. You are much more
beautiful then I could even imagine. Would you like a quick drink while we
discuss what you want to do tonight?
He looked to be about five-ten, dark black hair,
about mid-forties. He was a mulatto, a mixture of French and Haitian. His skin
was brown in contrast to the black skinned pure Haitians, with many European
facial features. He was in great shape, his body fitting snuggling in the
expensive slacks and pullover top he was wearing. His face was covered with a
perpetual five o'clock shadow highlighting the somewhat rugged features of his
face. His eyes seemed to burn through her as if he could see through her
clothes, making her turn red in embarrassment as she imagined she was standing
naked in front of him while he gazed up and down her body as he examined her.
"Thank you, I would love a drink. You pick it,
something Haitian. And thank you for the compliment." She didn't comment
back to him on his appearance, not sure if you were suppose to compliment
escorts, this being something new to her. She sat down on the stool, her skirt
riding up high on her legs, Miguel's eyes glued to them as she sat down. She
didn't even try to pull her skirt down, a pointless task; the skirt was short
for a reason, to show off her lovely legs to their advantage.
Miguel nodded to the bartender, a chilled glass in
front of Lyn in a matter of minutes. She picked it up, the strong taste of rum
permeating it, a blend of fruits mixed with it. It went down smoothly, almost
too smooth, the cold liquid feeling as if her throat was frozen. "Very
good," not bothering to ask what it was.
"What is your pleasure tonight Lyn?" Miguel
knew very little of Lyn, only that she paid dearly for his company with no
limit as to time. He could tell she was not married, no ring or the apparent no
tan line on her ring finger reflecting her marital status. She could get almost
anyone with a body like hers, so she must be important or famous and wanting something
more than the normal tour of
She cringed at his comment, her pleasure. Did he know
or was it just a comment? She began to stammer, out of place for her, unable to
say what she wanted, too embarrassed.
"Don't be embarrassed Lyn. I am here to show
what you would like to see and I am well versed in the many alternatives
available. We have many places that are very sophisticated, not seedy little
sex shows, but with people that believe in and are part of their life styles,
more then willing to show others.
She looked into his eyes, seeing an understanding
that she didn't expect. She cleared her throat. "I would like to go to a
bondage club." Her eyes went down, not wanting to see his expression, her
face red in shame.
It was almost what he had expected from her. Powerful
women lived such an intense lifestyle, always having to be in control or
masterful of the situation. Many sought the relief of being submissive to a
male, bondage the ultimate submission. The relief of having all choice taken
away from them bringing about complete surrender and ultimately intense
orgasms. "A very good choice, Lyn. I know of a club outside town. It is an
exclusive club, not open to the public. It is very private, by invitation only
to the elite. Let me make a phone call and see if I can get us an invitation.
Have another drink while I go make the call," nodding to the bartender for
another drink, taking a sip of the shot of rum he had in front of him.
She finally looked up, a smile on her face as he
didn't even look as though he was disturbed by her request as being too
perverse. He seemed to take it as something normal. "Have you ever been
there?"
"Numerous times for business and also for
pleasure." He nodded to her, hoping to make her more comfortable.
"They are not professionals, but normal people that have made bondage a
part of the sexual lifestyle. It is laid out very extensively, with a wide
range of bondage toys and equipment. Anyone is welcome to join in at any time
and many do. I think you will find it very enjoyable if this is your first time.
Very enjoyable." He got up from the stool, leaving her without waiting for
an answer or a response. He made a quick phone call, able to easily get an
invitation, especially after he described Lyn. They were always hoping that
guests would decide to join in or volunteer.
"We can go now Lyn." He paid for the
drinks; all expenses would be added to Lyn's bill later on, Miguel not having
to worry about the business side, which would be what his wife did best. He
escorted her outside, a black stretch limousine waiting for them, Lyn a little
surprised, half expecting a taxi ride. She got in first, knowing that he was
watching her ass as she bent over to get in, sliding across to sit on the other
side, her short skirt barely covering anything as she sat down.
Miguel was pleased when he saw the garter belt she
was wearing, her skirt not leaving much to the imagination. Not many women wore
them any longer, Miguel finding them extremely sexy, the swish of silk making
his cock jerk in pleasure. She sat across from him for the short ride out to
the club, Miguel making small talk, Lyn getting more comfortable about where
they were going. The limousine stopped, the driver opening the door, Miguel
wanting to watch Lyn get out of the limousine.
She knew he was watching her, making sure that she
bent over even deeper then she had to, feeling the cool air ride up the back of
her legs, knowing she was probably flashing him a glimpse of her panty-covered
pussy from behind, almost wagging her ass in his face. She still knew how to
control men.
Miguel slipped a wad of bills to the cashier inside,
the door opening to a large room, the lights slightly dimmed. It wasn't like a
club; there were no tables, just groups of upholstered chairs, a table between
them and a low table at their feet. Groups of chairs were spread semi-circle
around a raised stage in the center, Lyn's eyes trying to take it all in at the
same time. In one corner, it looked like a jail cell, complete with a locking
door and cot. Various pieces of furniture were scattered around the stage, all
with the express purpose of holding a female secure and open. There was a
pillory, holes for the neck and wrists, the victim forced to bend over, more
holes in a board on the floor to secure ankles, legs spread widely apart.
Various metal frames and leather horses were bolted to the floor, all with
leather straps spaced evenly around them, each adjustable to put the victim in
the appropriate provocative position. Ropes and chains extended from the
ceiling; spread bars on the floor, open, ready for the victim limbs. Lyn felt
her pussy get wet at the sight.
"Is it what you thought it would be?" They
sat down, Miguel watching Lyn's eyes trying to take in all that was about.
"I never imagined," was the only thing she
could stay. A young girl came over to the table, a tray in her hand.
"Would you like something to drink?" Miguel
spoke to her in French, the girl nodding. She pulled a pair of gleaming gold
handcuffs out of her pocket, handing them to Miguel.
"Thank you." She left to get their drinks,
Miguel seeing Lyn staring at the handcuffs.
"What are those for?" She was almost afraid
to ask. More afraid of the answer.
"All the female guests in the club must wear
them. It is a rule that cannot be broken. It helps keep the mood in the
club." He snapped them open.
"They aren't real, are they?" They must be
just props, used to set the stage.
"Genuine police issue, all except the gold
plating. Exclusive for the club, nothing is too good for the female guests.
Hold out your hands."
Lyn hesitated, not sure if he was joking or serious.
He didn't move or make any effort to force her. He just waited for her. She
looked around the room, a scattering of people around the chairs, about twenty
or so. Most of the men were older, fifties and sixties, the girls were in their
twenties and thirties. She looked; all of their wrists were secured in
handcuffs, the girls adept at drinking and doing everything else with them on.
She held out her wrists together in front of her, taking a deep breath as she
felt the cold steel slap on her wrists, the ratcheting of the cuffs as Miguel
tightened them. She pulled on her wrists, the metal chain linking them
rattling, the cuffs holding firmly. God, she wished she could stick her hands
in her panties and make herself cum.
"That's very good Lyn. You learn well."
The girl brought over the drinks, this one a little
different, still made mainly with rum, but the aftertaste was different,
something she couldn't identify. Miguel had his usual shot of rum. She felt it
burning as it went down, a little awkward at drinking with her hands cuffed
together.
The lights above the stage were turned on, a man and
a woman suddenly bathed in the bright lights. The girl was about twenty-five,
long black hair, dark brown skin that was highlighted by the brief white
panties and bra she wore. Her arms were strung up high over her head, the
golden handcuffs clipped to a hook hanging down from the ceiling. The hum of a
motor could be heard, the girl's body stretching up high as her arms were
pulled higher and higher until she was perched on her toes, balancing
precariously, swinging back and forth when she lost her balance. The man next
to her was older, at least fifty, maybe more. He was dressed impeccably, a slim
figure for a man his age. He was Haitian, his skin black, sharply contrasting
the girl hanging before him. The girl had a certain frightened look on her face,
someone that had not been in this position before.
"She is new here, one of the local girls that
the man had taken a liking to. He is a Judge, a very powerful man in the
province. He has a liking for young girls and most girls would be foolish to
resist his advances. She could find herself before him in the court, sentenced
to perform for him in one of the prison cells instead of here, the Judge making
her available to the guards after he had finished with her." He looked
over at Lyn, seeing her squirming slightly in the chair as her eyes were glued
to the spectacle before her.
The Judge spun the girl around, his hands taking
liberties with her body as he did, grasping at her breasts, his hands on her
hips and ass as he spun her around. He stopped her once, his hand slipping
between her legs from behind to grip her sex, the girl letting her legs bow out
slightly, still trying to balance on her toes. Lyn could see her hips begin to
move back and forth, the Judge's fingers busy, sliding between her lips to saw
back and forth, masturbating the bound girl before the audience.
The Judge slowly stripped the girl, her face turning
red in shame as she was slowly stripped naked before the audience, the
spotlight playing up and down her body, showing her most intimate charms in the
harsh light. When completely naked, more ropes were pulled down from the
ceiling, one leg tied tightly at the ankle, the motor humming again as her leg
was drawn up high, almost straight up until her sex was completely exposed.
Lyn put her hand in her lap, pressing down slightly,
not even caring if Miguel saw her, her pussy wanting so badly to cum. She
looked over, Miguel staring at her.
"Is your pussy wet Lyn?"
"Yes," her hand pressing in deeper, Miguel
already knowing what she was doing.
"Remove your hands at once," he ordered
her. "You are not permitted to cum yet," he said very
matter-of-factly, as if he had made her stop doing this countless times before.
He looked into her eyes.
Did she dare defy him? His stare was intense, almost
as if he was able to control her mind. She moved her hands away, squeezing her
thighs together, anything to increase the pleasure between her legs.
"Good girl. Now lift up your skirt, above your
waist." He waited for her to comply.
She lifted up her ass from the chair, but not before
looking around the room, seeing the man next to their chairs looking at her.
"He's watching."
"Of course he is. You are a very beautiful girl.
He would be stupid not to, especially when you are going to show him your panty
covered pussy. Now raise up your skirt. I won't tell you again." His voice
became sterner.
She looked at Miguel, hoping the ignore the man next
to them, lifting up her hips, sliding the tight fitting skirt up, hearing some
of the threads in the seam breaking as she struggled to get it up. She finally
got it to her waist, the material twisted. She looked down, her panties wet in
the front, her thighs clenched tightly together.
"I love the garter belt and stockings Lyn. Do
you always wear them?" Very few girls wore them nowadays even though they
were the sexiest thing he could imagine a girl in, especially if her panties
were off. They seemed to frame their pussies, drawing attention to their treasures.
"No, this is the first time." She wasn't
even sure why she wore them. Did she secretly hope that she would be stripped
like this?
"Spread your legs apart Lyn. Your pussy is too
lovely to be clenched tightly together. I want your legs always spread, your
pussy available." He was very adamant in his command; this was the way it
was to be.
She did as he said, her legs moving until they
touched the edges of the chair. She looked down, her lips barely visible
beneath the tight panties. Miguel seemed to be satisfied, his eyes now turned
back to the stage.
The girl had a ball gag in her mouth now, her voice
silenced. The Judge was working on her pussy. With one leg in the air, she was
open, her lips parted, her pink pussy contrasting with her brown skin. She was
dancing on one foot as the Judge spanked her pussy, his large hand sliding up
from the floor to slap harshly on her sex, her muffled cries silenced by the
ball gag. She must have received over twenty slaps before the Judge stopped.
But it was only temporary, her ass receiving a spanking next. Her cheeks went
from pink to red as the punishment continued, over forty slaps until the Judge
began to concentrate on her asshole, the last ten hitting her unprotected hole,
her body jerking back and forth with each blow.
"Have you ever been spanked before Lyn? Sexually
spanked to make your pussy wet?" He knew the answer.
She shook her head no, looking at him, afraid of what
he was contemplating.
Miguel leaned over her, his hand sliding up her naked
leg, Lyn's bound hands useless in front of her. She jumped when he touched her
pussy, sliding lightly over her bush before moving down to rub along her lips.
He pinched her lips between his fingers, hearing her gasp loudly. Her legs
began to close. "Keep your legs open. I won't tell you twice." They
parted again, his fingers sliding up and down her slit, feeling the moisture.
Lyn closed her eyes as his fingers played with her
pussy, trying to raise her hips up, wanting his fingers to push between her
lips, wanting him to masturbate her.
"Open your eyes," he ordered her. He
removed his hands, sitting back in the chair.
Lyn looked at the stage again, the naked girl now in
a pillory, her head and arms in the round holes, a large metal lock securing
her tightly. The man was behind her, kneeling down, putting her ankles in the
wooden pillory on the floor, moving on to the other ankle, pulling her legs
apart as if they were a wishbone, snapping them tightly in place. Her legs were
exaggeratedly pulled apart, her cheeks open, her pussy and anus peeking out
from behind, a spotlight shining on her most intimate parts for all to see.
The man hit a button, the pillory with her arms and
head beginning to lower, the girl having no choice but to push her ass out and
bow her legs to keep from breaking her knees. You could see her struggle as the
man continued to lower her until her head was below her waist, her ass thrust
up as if she was offering her asshole up to be sodomized. He patted her red
cheeks, his finger sliding up and down her pussy from behind, getting his
finger wet. His finger slid up higher until he encircled her anus, a tiny star
barely as big as his finger. He rubbed her anus, watching her tiny hole clench
and unclench from the rude fondling, a gasp from her muffled lips as his finger
suddenly breached the hole and sank into her rectum. Her hips twisted and
turned as the fingers corkscrewed inside her, massaging the muscle. She didn't
seem to care for brutal intrusion inside her, but could do nothing but suffer
the fingering.
The Judge's other hand began to play with her pussy,
sliding up and down her slit, two fingers suddenly thrust inside her vagina,
aided by her juices. His other finger continued to violate her asshole, the
fingers meeting inside her as the Judge performed the duel masturbation of her
bound body. Her body began to jerk about as the Judge masturbated her,
whispering into her ear as he did. It took five minutes, but the girl finally
succumbed to the Judge, three fingers fucking her pussy, two in her asshole,
spreading her open, her body shuddering as she came for the audience. The sound
of the Judge's wet fingers fucking her rang out in the quiet room as she came,
her muffled screams of pleasure breaking the silence, her pussy and asshole
seemed to be swallowing the masturbating digits. She finally slumped down, her
body drained. The lights dimmed, the sound of the girl being released, the pair
of them leaving the stage, the Judge eager for the girl to service his cock
now.
Miguel reached between Lyn's legs again, his fingers
gripping her sex as he would a bowling ball. "Did you enjoy watching
that?" He knew the answer, her panties were drenched.
"Yes. Are they finished now?" She hoped
not, she wanted more.
"It is time for another couple. Get up." It
was not a question, it was an order.
She looked at him. He couldn't be serious. Did he
really expect her to get up there and be stripped naked in front of everyone
and ultimately masturbated? She saw it in his eyes. He was demanding it of her.
He didn't try to force her, just waited patiently while her mind raced with all
the mental images that flashed through her brain. She stood up, not even sure
if she did it or why she did. She tugged her skirt back down, smoothing out the
wrinkles. All eyes were on them as she started to walk towards the stage, the
gentle sway of her hips and the sharp staccato of her heels on the floor seemed
to mesh into a rhythm. Miguel was next to her, his hand holding her elbow as he
guided her to the center of the room. She looked into the eyes of the strangers
that watched her, the men's eyes watching her body as she moved, the girl's all
looking into her eyes, commiserating but envious of what she was about to
endure. She felt strange, her wrists gripped tightly in the golden handcuffs as
she moved closer to the wide range of bondage furniture and equipment that
would soon be used on her body.
Miguel helped her up the stairs, the spotlights
shining brightly again on the stage. He looked into her eyes, seeing the
uncertainty. "Everything will be okay," he whispered in her. "I
will make sure you enjoy yourself." He turned her facing the audience.
"I think they want to see your lovely body first. Raise your hands above
your head."
She obeyed, feeling her breasts pulling upward.
Miguel was behind her, pressing up against her, feeling his cock rubbing on her
cheeks. Her body was stretched up tall. It tickled for a minute, his hands
sliding along her side, Lyn fighting the urge to giggle. She felt his powerful
hands reach around and cup her breasts so protectively, his large hands easily
able to encircle them.
"Such lovely tits you have Lyn," he
whispered into her ear, his hips sliding back and forth across her ass.
"Are you nipples hard?" He didn't wait for an answer, his finger
searching for the harden tips, Lyn arching her back, thrusting her proud
breasts out into his hands. He pinched them, the tips already poking through
the thin bra and blouse. He pinched harder, a soft moan from Lyn's mouth as the
pressure increased. "Do you like a little pain with your pleasure?"
She didn't answer, but her back arched more, pushing her nipples into his
fingertips harder, her body responding. "I have just the thing for
you," he teased her.
She felt his fingers molding her breasts, his
powerful hands clenching and unclenching on her tender breasts, tasting their
resiliency. She arched her ass into his crotch, rubbing against his hard cock
that throbbed in his pants. Would he fuck her in front of everyone? His fingers
moved down the front of her blouse, expertly unbuttoning the white blouse, his
finger tracing along the naked skin revealed after each button, sending shivers
and goose bumps on her skin. He peeled the blouse back, revealing the thin
white bra. She looked down, able to make out her dark brown areolas, her
nipples pushing out the thin fabric, feeling almost naked already.
Miguel had to pull back from her body, his fingers
quickly finding the catch of her bra and making short work of it, his hips
thrust forward again, sliding his throbbing cock sensuously over her ass
cheeks. "Put your hands down, we need to take off your handcuffs so I can
get your blouse and bra off. We are dying to see your naked tits." He
quickly un-cuffed her, the cuffs falling noisily to the floor, her arms hanging
uselessly to her side.
His hands returned to her front, stripping the blouse
slowly from her shoulders, letting it slide down her arms, throwing it over
into the corner. He returned to her bra, letting the straps slide down her
arms, Lyn's hands instinctively coming up to cover her breasts, Miguel letting
her do it.
She could feel her hot flesh beneath her hands, her
hard nipples pressed into her palm as she stood there, the light blazing on her
half-naked body.
"Remove your hands. Put them over your head.
Arch up your tits for us Lyn."
She closed her eyes, her hands sliding off her naked
breasts, pushing them over her head, her back arched, the cool air rushing over
her breasts making her nipples so hard she thought they would burst. She could
feel all the eyes on her half naked body, a strange tingle between her legs as
she was paraded before the audience.
Miguel's hands returned, his calloused fingers
plucking at her nipples as she shivered in lust, his hands hefting up her large
globes in his palms, bouncing them slightly. He let his fingertips play back
and forth over the rubbery nipples, slapping at them with his fingernails,
seeing her body jerk in pain when a sharp nail rubbed over the tender flesh.
"Play with your nipples while I strip you naked."
His hands went down to the edge of her skirt,
gripping it and slowly began to pull it up. Lyn obeyed, her fingers moving down
to rub gently over her nipples as she stood submissively before the audience.
The tops of her stockings were slowly revealed, the awes could be heard when
the garter belt was revealed, many girls in the audience would be sporting them
tomorrow, gifts from the men after seeing how sexy Lyn looked in them Miguel
pulled it above her waist again, holding it while they audience admired her. He
saw her fingers exciting her nipples more than he could have; the tips had to
be over an inch long, sharp and pointed. He turned her skirt around, finding
the clasp and zipper, letting it fall to the floor, Lyn kicking it to one side.
"Turn around," he ordered her, Lyn obeying,
staring eye to eye with Miguel. He moved to the side, leaving her facing the
mirror covered wall, the audience staring back at her. "Spread your
legs."
She almost came when she heard the words. She didn't
hesitate, letting her legs part. Miguel's hands moved to her ass cheeks,
sliding over the tight flesh molded in her tight, black panties. "Such a
lovely ass," he said loudly. He slapped her cheek, Lyn jumping suddenly at
the unexpected occurrence. "Built for punishment," again Miguel
speaking to the audience. Five more sharp slaps rang out in the room,
alternating between her cheeks, feeling Lyn jerk at each slap. "Is your
pussy wet?"
She turned towards him, whispering. "Yes."
She wasn't sure why, but the burning pain of the spanking so close to her pussy
brought about such a strange feeling between her legs.
Miguel let his fingers slide into the top of the
panties, sliding them down over her cheeks to sit right underneath her
hillocks, her naked pink cheeks staring out. It was a treat in the club to have
a white woman, even more to have one stripped naked, most of the girls light
brown skinned. "Such smooth skin. Welts would show up nicely against the
white skin." He continued to caress her ass, running over each cheek,
feeling her tighten her muscles when he tried to pull her cheeks apart.
She tightened her ass cheeks when his finger slid up
and down her crack, teasing her. She was embarrassed enough, not wanting him to
expose her anus to the club. He ignored her attempts, his hand sliding down
lower, to the juncture of her thighs, pushing the panties lower. She felt his
fingers touch her pussy, finding her soaked in anticipation. She needed to cum
and didn't even care if he masturbated her in front of the crowd.
"Turn around now. Let's have a look at your
lovely pussy." She turned around, her panties still down behind her.
She heard the words again.
"Spread your legs."
She didn't hesitate, letting them part, feeling
Miguel behind her again, this time his cock rubbing against her naked ass cheeks.
She didn't even clench her cheeks when she felt his cock rubbing her crack, the
rough material of his pants rubbing over her exposed anus, feeling her tiny
hole go into a series of spasms, Lyn unable to control it.
Miguel's hand slid down over her taut stomach,
sliding lower as Lyn allowed her legs to open wider, giving him greater access
to her aroused pussy. She thought she could cum if he just touched her there.
His fingers outlined her puffy lips, pinching them, little gasps coming from
her mouth as they were mistreated, the pinching fingers pulling them outward,
her panties sliding between. She felt one fat finger run up and down her slit,
the panties pushed between them soaked with her juices, her hips beginning a
gentle fucking as she let him masturbate her.
Miguel's fingers caught the top of her panties,
slowly sliding them down, her bush first revealed, her natural blonde hair so
fine that it was barely visible, giving her a bald look like a little girl.
Lower her panties went, a murmur from the audience as her slit was finally
revealed, Miguel letting them slide all the way down until they were hung up in
her garter belt. A snip and the silky garment fell to the floor, a small knife
cutting the sides.
"Now spread your legs real wide. Show everyone
your sweet pussy." His hands held her hips as she let her legs shuffle
wider, Miguel whispering in her ear, "more" each time until he was
satisfied, her legs now at least three feet apart.
His hand returned to her pussy, fingers on each side
grasping one of her lips and pulling, her pink insides gradually revealed, her
juices glistening in the bright lights. "Such a lovely pink pussy. I know
exactly what it needs."
Lyn turned when she heard the noise behind her, two
men bringing over a large table to the center of the stage and then leaving,
but not before they admired her naked body. She felt even more exposed, her
garter belt and stockings highlighting her naked sex.
"On your back on the table Lyn." He helped
her up, seeing her cringe as her back hit the cold wooden table. "I'll
warm you up soon," teasing her. He pulled her arms behind her, the golden
handcuffs placed on them again.
She felt a tug as her cuffs where attached to something
behind her, pulling her arms out straight behind her. A large leather belt was
placed around her slim waist, Miguel tightening it, pinning her to the table.
"Let's go those lovely tits in a better
position." He pushed a bolster under her back, her breasts forced to arch
up grotesquely as if they were pushing toward the sky. "Yes, so much more
available." He moved between her tightly clenched legs. "We can do
better then that Lyn. The audience can't see your treasures.
She felt him moving at her ankles, unable to see what
he was doing but she could feel leather being tightened around her slim ankles.
She looked up, two pulleys slowly lowering black metal hooks toward her ankles,
fearing what they would do. She didn't have time to think much more, Miguel
clipping the hooks on each of her ankles, the gentle hum of the motors
beginning. She looked up, not only the ropes were drawing up towards the
ceiling, but the motors began to move to the sides, each one going to the
opposite direction. She felt her legs beginning to slowly rise up into the air.
Not only that but they began to part, each leg pulled in the opposite
direction. Her legs were slowly being drawn up high, but also spread, spread
farther then she would have done.
Miguel watched between her legs as her pussy was
methodically spread for the audience, the motors not caring about her
discomfort separating her thighs, raising her legs up higher and higher. He saw
her begin to struggle as the spread of her legs increased, moving wider and
wider. Her pussy lips began to spread apart, her ass beginning to rise up from
the table, the belt the only thing that kept her secured. He stopped the motor.
She felt so exposed, even worse than in a doctor's
office when she had to put her feet in the dreaded stirrups. She couldn't see,
but her crotch ached from the spread of her legs, knowing her pussy was grossly
exposed. Even her cheeks would not stay closed, Lyn clenching them tight,
groaning as she tried to hide her anus from the audience. She felt Miguel's hands
run up and down her thighs, slowly teasingly get closer and closer to her
pussy. She felt the electric touch of his fingers on her pussy, her body
shuddering in pleasure as he slid up and down her slit, rubbing over her
vagina, slick with her juices.
He could see her clit, the spread of her legs
exposing the hard bud to the bright lights. No, he wouldn't touch her there
yet. He had other plans first. She would have to experience the pain before she
would receive the pleasure.
She screamed loud, the sudden impact of his hand
exploding on her spread pussy shocking her back to reality. He rubbed her pussy
for a minute before she felt it leave, knowing what was going to happen. He was
spanking her pussy; her bound position should have alerted her to his
intentions.
"Count them or I'll start at the beginning
again." He slapped her between her legs again, his palm already wet from
her pussy.
"Two," she cried out. Her sex was ablaze in
pain, his hand hitting her with such a force. How could he do that to her? But
she had let him, letting him put her in such a vulnerable position, what did
she expect him to do? "Three," she screamed in pain, his hand
returning to massage her inflamed pussy. Each time she felt his hand leave she
braced her body for the next inevitable slap, each time the pain greater then
she could even imagine.
"Nineteen," tears from her eyes as he
continued to slap her pussy, sometimes hitting her tender inside thighs, but
always returning to slap her pussy. She could feel her pussy lips swell up,
giving him a bigger target, the skin so sensitive that even his hand caressing
her pussy between spankings made her tighten her body in pain.
"Twenty" she cried out. His hand lingering
longer then usual, a fat finger sliding along her lips, getting her wet. Was he
finished?
She heard the hum of the motors, Miguel loosening the
belt around her waist so the ropes could draw her legs up higher, Lyn's ass
completely pulled from the table, hung like a piece of meat for all to view.
Her cheeks were spread, her anus exposed, the cool air blowing on it as she
hung there waiting for the unexpected.
Miguel grabbed the fifteen-inch plastic ruler from
the edge of the table, pulling it back until it bent almost all the way back.
He watched her eyes as he let it go, the end quickly flying through the air,
snapping back harshly. "Twenty on your asshole Lyn." He said it
loudly, seeing her attempt to clench her cheeks, the ropes preventing all but a
token resistance.
She braced herself for the inevitable pain, but she
couldn't fathom the depth of his depravity. She heard the swoosh of the ruler,
the rush of air and then the sudden shock as the end of the ruler stopped
harshly on her asshole, slapping harshly against the tender hole. It felt like
someone was trying to jam a log up her asshole, her anus more sensitive then
she could ever imagine. The pain shot up to her brain, a scream tore from her
lips as her asshole burned. "One," she barely remembered to shout
out. No, don't, his finger pressed against her anus, slowly circling the
wrinkled opening, applying pressure to the exposed hole. But the removal of his
finger was just as bad, the swoosh of the ruler breaking the silence, the sharp
sting of the unyielding plastic against her spread hole, the sudden pain on
impact. "Two," she cried out in pain.
Miguel let his finger play around her anus, seeing
the tiny hole clenching and unclenching, the pain making her asshole dance for
his pleasure. She didn't even squirm when he rudely fondled her asshole,
preferring his massaging finger to the harsh slap of the plastic ruler. By the
tenth slap, his fingers began to enter her asshole, the red hole now impaled on
his thick finger, his finger deep in her rectum, massaging the clenching muscle
as she squirmed under his probing.
"Fifteen," she cried out, tears covering
her cheeks. The air was pushed from her lungs as his finger impaled her asshole
again, this time the squirming digit digger deeper into her colon, twisting and
turning inside her. Her asshole burned, the constant barrage of pain from the
ruler coupled with his probing finger was taking its toll on her body.
"Nineteen." Two fingers now impaled her
swollen asshole, the digits going deep inside her, twisting and turning, sharp
pains as Miguel spread them cruelly inside her, forcing her anal tract to
spread wide.
"Twenty." The last was the worst; Miguel
seemed to put all of his strength behind the last one, her anus already red and
swollen slapped harshly by the rigid plastic.
"Would you like me to make you cum Lyn?"
His hand went to her pussy, finding it drenched, her juices already leaking
down between her legs, a wet spot on the table beneath her.
"Please, please, make me cum." Her body was
so ready for his fingers. She had to cum, no longer caring who was watching
her.
Miguel's fingers pushed on the edges of her vagina,
spreading her open, feeling the tightness of her wet pussy as he struggled to
open her up. Her tight pussy slowly spread open, his fingers keeping her hole
open wide. He began to push in, keeping her spread as he did.
It felt like a big cock going inside her, his fingers
spread wide, pushing in deeper and deeper. She was so wet. It was the position
that he had placed her in, hung up, her feet high up in the air, her legs
spread obscenely wide, all of her treasures exposed. It was humiliating, but
also exciting, knowing that the audience was watching Miguel masturbating her,
knowing that they would see her cum, their eyes riveting on her pussy as she
did. "AAAHHH," his fingers plunging deep inside her vagina,
corkscrewing in and out, the sound of her juices ringing out in the room as he
began to finger fuck her. His other hand went up to her clit, pulling her clit
hood aside, his fingers on each side of her swollen organ, pressing inward,
pinching it between his powerful fingers, his other hand continuing to fuck her
with three fingers now, the fat digits twisting and turning inside her.
He could feel her pussy grip his fingers so tight, if
only the club didn't have a rule about no fucking any of the bound girls his
cock would be doing the fucking, not his fingers. Her passage was so hot and
tight, even with the abundance of crème she was putting out, he had to force
his fingers in each time. He pinched her clit harder until he heard her moan.
His finger began to slap the hard bud back and forth, his fingernail rubbing
along the sensitive morsel as her body bounced up and down. He could see it in
her face, she was ready to cum.
He had her almost there, her body strung tightly on
the edge of a tremendous orgasm. Then she felt some of his fingers leave her
vagina, the other hand still rubbing her clit. One finger slid down her slit,
Lyn knowing where it was going, unable or not wanting to stop him as it crept
slowly towards her asshole. She felt it rub the abused hole, still swollen and
sensitive from the ruler, beginning to spasm again, Lyn unable to control her
own muscles. It pushed in, slowly spreading her anus open again, the burning
returning, inch by inch in crept into her bowels, his other fingers buried deep
in her vagina, only a tiny membrane separating the two. He began to pump her
with his fingers, her pussy and asshole now being reamed by his fingers, her
clit yanked and pulled. That was all she needed, her body began to shudder, her
nipples hardened. She came, came like she never had before, seeing in her mind
all of the men watching her pussy and asshole impaled on Miguel's fingers, Lyn
bound like a two-dollar whore, masturbated to orgasm for their enjoyment. Her
pussy and asshole clenched on the fingers inside her, sucking them deeper
inside, sweat breaking out on her body, her juices soaking Miguel's fingers,
sliding down between her legs to soak the finger in her asshole, Miguel able to
shove his fingers in deeper, aided by her juices.
Miguel watched her body hump on his fingers as she
came, twisting and turning them inside her, making her feel them deep inside
her. She clenched so tightly he had to push hard to get them back inside, but
inside he did, deeper then before, his fingers rubbing harshly over her inner
walls. She came for long minutes, each time he thought she had finished; he
pinched her clit hard, and twisted his long finger in her asshole until her
body arched up again in another orgasm. Finally she stopped, her body drained.
Miguel pulled his fingers out of her slowly. He untied her and helped her to
the table, Lyn sitting naked in the chair, soaking the seat beneath her with
her juices.
They left the club, Lyn naked, Miguel parading her
through the club, a dog collar around her neck, a short lease to keep her in
line. He let the limousine driver get a long look at her naked body, making Lyn
crawl into the back seat, her naked ass wagging like a dog. He took her back to
her room through the beach entrance, none of the guests lucky enough to catch a
glimpse of her naked body only bound by the collar around her neck. He left her
slumped in her bed, exhausted from the night.
It had been two weeks since her return from
The
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