Tulia and Amanda

By Tulia and Powerone

Copyright 2008

Chapter 4

Taken

Michael helped Tulia up from the chair, her thighs slick with her juices. He turned her around, peeling apart her ass cheeks as though they were a fruit, her anus red and abused from the speculum. That would not stop him from enjoying her asshole, but first he wanted her pussy. He went over to the couch, pushing Amanda off of it. He lay down, his hand pushing his cock straight up into the air. “Sit on it, Tulia.”

She looked at his cock, the head an angry red, slick with the juices that leaked out from his self-masturbation. It was too big, she would never be able to take it inside her. Especially when she had to sit on it. His heavy balls lay between his legs, filled with his cum. Her mouth still tasted William’s cum. She kneeled over Michael, her legs having to spread so wide that her crotch ached. She couldn’t believe that she was doing this, but her hand reached down, her fingers curling around the massive shaft, feeling the hot flesh in her hand. Michael released it, his cock jerking in her hand as her fingers rubbed it slowly. She should be ashamed by her behavior, but she was so proud that she could effect men so easily, her soft touching making his hard, erect cock shudder in her hands. Michael was staring at her, or she should say, he was staring at her pussy, the wide spread of her legs leaving her open, her pussy still slick from cumming. She ran the massive crown of his cock up and down her slit, gathering up her juices to make penetration easier. She could see the impatience in Michael’s face, taking the thick head and pushing it between the petals of her pussy. She found her hole, rising up into the air away from his cock, slowly drawing back down as she lined it up inside her. She felt her muscles grip the head possessively, his cock jerking as her hot, tight insides contracted over the head, squeezing it tight. “MMMM,” a soft moan from her lips as she felt the fullness of his cock. Michael’s hands went to her hips, his powerful fingers digging into her skin, moving her hips from side to side without letting his cock slip out of her. She felt it moving just inside her, the thick head opening her up, forcing more of his cock inside her as his hips rose up from the couch.

It felt like his cock was in a steel vise, her pussy so tight, Michael grunting as his hips rose up from the couch, wanting to enjoy more of her hot, tight pussy. “More, take more of my cock.” He punctuated his order with a sharp slap to her ass, forcing her hips forward, Tulia gasping as two inches of his cock entered her abruptly. “Yes, that’s good.” Another sharp slap to her ass drove another inch inside her, the pain of the spanking on her ass tightened her up even more. His cock jerked in pleasure, her insides clenching on the head like a warm blanket.

She looked down between her legs, his cock splitting her up the middle. But there was so much more of it. She could feel it throbbing inside her, letting her weight slowly sink down, another inch of cock filling her so full. She pulled up, squeezing his cock with her pussy until only the head was captured, then back down, four inches of cock pushing her insides apart as the thick head drove inside her. Michael’s hands encouraged her back up, Tulia surrendering to the familiar tingling between her legs as his cock filled her as she never had been filled before. Up and down she went, his cock feeling like a snake slithering inside her, surprised that there was no pain in spite of the pain the speculum inflicted in her pussy. All she could feel was the pleasure of the cock that she began to rhythmically ride up and down, tightening as she pulled up, relaxing as her weight drove it hard up inside her. Finally she could take no more, the head of his cock bruising her cervix as she slammed down with a loud grunt.

A sigh escaped Tulia’s lips. It felt so good having a cock filling her pussy. She hadn’t been on the island for long, but Michael had already managed to drive so many orgasms from her body that she lost the count. And all of these in ways she had never even considered as pleasurable. Tulia moved her hips up clenching her muscles around hard flesh inside her. She tried to move slowly but Michael’s hands were demanding, dictating the tempo. She might have been on top but she was there to follow his commands and, most of all, to please him, Michael’s tight grip a reminder of the power he had over her. Tulia began to breathe faster, having him control her turned her on as much as having him inside her. She followed his hands, moaning in pleasure as she went from full to empty in only seconds. It felt so good she forgot the others around her, quickly accommodating to keep the pace he required from her. Even the little discomfort of taking him so deep inside her as he pushed her down couldn’t have dampened her arousal. She suddenly felt his hands leaving her hips, looking at him in disappointment.

“Take me as deep as you can.” Michael’s eyes pierced hers as he said it.

She could only nod, putting her hands flat on his belly for support. Her body went up again and then slowly down. She finally sat atop of him letting her own weight drive his cock deep into her pussy. She jerked in pained surprised that it hurt so much but unable to deny Michael his pleasure. Her eyes filled with tears, Michael’s cock feeling like a sword inside her. She waited for a moment before going up. Then down again. Even though she knew what was coming, the pain surprised her again. She heard Michael moaning in pleasure, his eyes never leaving hers, making her do all those perverse things to herself.

He watched her, lying beneath her, letting her do all the work. For now. He was even surprised that she complied so easily with his demands.

Michael’s moans of pleasure only confirmed that she was doing a good job. Suddenly, in spite of the pain, Tulia felt proud to be able to please him. Her nipples turned into hard points and her pussy overflowed with her juices making it easier to take him inside her. The next time she went down she rolled her hips making Michael smile as he saw a look of discomfort on her face. It hurt but it felt so good at the same time, she even enjoyed the jolts of pain every time she slapped her ass against his hips. And then another thought raced through her head, one that was making her proud. He was turning her into a pain loving slut! And she enjoyed it! Tulia’s face turned red in shame, and she dropped her head only to see Michael’s cock, slick with her juices, going in and out of her pussy. She heard Michael laughing at her. It only made her head sink farther down. She closed her eyes but didn’t stop riding Michael’s cock, each time going deep as he ordered her before.

It was even worse now as she closed her eyes, Michael somehow not demanding her to look at him. All her senses concentrated between her legs, her pussy hungrily swallowing the hard flesh as it went in, clenching around it trying to prevent it from leaving. Tulia’s hips began to move faster. She was moaning in pleasure again, riding his cock hard, forgetting her shame again.

“Don’t make me cum until I tell you,” Michael hissed through his teeth. Her tight pussy was bringing him pleasure, but he had other plans for her.

Michael’s voice brought Tulia back to reality. She unwillingly slowed down, digging her fingernails into his belly. She looked up at him, scared that he might get mad, but he only smiled.

He let her ride him for awhile, again enjoying the look on her face as she suffered being so closed to orgasm but unable to reach it. “James, can you hand me the nipple clamps?” Michael’s voice sounded like a life sentence in Tulia’s ears.

Tulia’s body went rigid. She suddenly stopped moving, having half of Michael’s cock inside her, half still waiting to impale her. She looked at him in disbelief. He threatened her with nipple clamps before, but she hoped he wouldn’t use them. She enjoyed having him inside her, and besides, somehow she felt she deserved a gentler fucking after being inspected in such a cruel and perverted way.

“Please don’t. I’ll make you cum,” Tulia tried to plead with Michael, but as soon as the words left her lips, she knew it wouldn’t do any good. It wasn’t a question of if she made him cum or not. He would make sure she did please him and that she did it in exactly the way he wanted her to. She saw Michael taking the ominous clamps from James. It made her choke.

“Sit down on my cock.” Michael ignored Tulia’s pleas, anxious only to see Tulia’s nipples clamped. He felt her lowering her body engulfing his cock once again with her silky insides, her muscles clenching around his hard flesh. “That’s it; massage me with your pussy.” He praised her. “But stay down.” It sounded as if he was giving orders to a dog.

Tulia was just too afraid to deny him, watching as he played with the shiny metal. Maybe he just wanted to scare her. “Please don’t clamp my nipples.” She begged once again, smiling at him, seductively rolling her hips, slightly contracting her muscles around him.

“How could I deny such a polite request?” Michael smiled back at her. “Don’t worry, I won’t.” He paused for a moment seeing relief in her eyes. “You will do it yourself.” An evil grin appeared on his face as he said it. “And now make those lovely buds hard for me. Play with your tits but don’t forget to massage my cock with your pussy while you do so.”

It took awhile before she finally understood what he was asking her to do, her eyes gazing at him in disbelief. He just couldn’t be serious. Was no limit to his perversion? She felt her breasts being fondled. She looked down to see her own fingers pinching her nipples, making them hard, preparing them for the unyielding metal, just as he requested. Her hips were still moving in a circle as she sat on him clenching and unclenching her pussy, making sure he stayed hard. Her body wasn’t hers any more. Michael took over the control and was now using it without regard to her comfort.

Tulia pinched her nipples harder, moaning as her fingers became too demanding for her sensitive skin. She felt the nipples being crushed. It hurt, a cry of pain escaping her lips as she abused her own body. But this pain was nothing compared to what Michael was expecting her to do next.

Michael watched Tulia with lust as she prepared herself for the clamps. Her face turned red in shame, and the tears were flowing down her cheeks. She tried to avoid his gaze, but her eyes were always coming back to his, searching confirmation that she was doing a good job. Like a good slut. He liked that in his girls. The readiness to please him in any way he demanded. This one was dripping wet in spite of her shame. He handed her the first clamp without saying a word. He felt the gentle touch of her hand as she hesitantly took it from him. “Use it,” was all he said.

Tulia looked perplexed at the shiny metal, warm from being in Michael’s hands. She pressed it with her fingers making the clamp open. It looked like a small crocodile ready to bite into her tender flesh. She had to press really hard to make it open wide. It only meant that it would painfully crush her nipple once she released it. Then she moved the clamp to her right nipple slowly running it over the swollen bud, teasing it. She turned it to the side, the jagged teeth rubbing harshly on her sensitive flesh. She stopped breathing preparing herself for the pain she knew was coming as her delicate fingers pressed the clamp open again, surrounding her hardened nipple. She looked at it in fear, the jagged edges of the clamp surrounding her brown nipple. It felt like someone else was doing it, not her. At first she felt slight pressure that became uncomfortable as she slowly released the clamp. She could feel the unyielding metal sink into her flesh, the jagged edge feeling like tiny knifes. Then came the pain. She paused, biting her lip as she looked at Michael, but his stern gaze only told her there was no other way but to obey him.

Still looking into Michael’s eyes, Tulia released the clamp. At first, she felt nothing, but then she yelled like a wounded animal. “God, that hurts,” she cried out, wanting so bad to yank it off. The pain was beyond her comprehension; her breathing became shallow as she tried to accommodate the inhuman pain. She felt Michael’s cock jerking inside her, a proof of the pleasure her suffering brought him.

Michael waited for a minute enjoying her screams as she clamped her nipple, then he handed her the second clamp. He looked at the clamped nipple, the brown flesh squeezed tight between the shiny metal clamp, the ragged edges digging into her flesh, a tiny drop of blood staining the edge of the clamp. Her nipple had swollen to twice its size, the blood pushed to the head by the unyielding metal clamp.

“Please, no more,” Tulia could only whisper, her nipple ablaze in pain, small drops of blood now appearing where the sharp teeth bit her flesh. The pain shot through her breast to race to her brain. She would never survive another one.

“Should I whip it first?” Michael’s eyes narrowed. She was pleading with him, but she was dripping wet, her pussy never stopping the gentle massage of his cock, her hips rolling seductively all the time as if she was dancing for him.

Before Tulia even noticed, she was holding the second clamp, her hand reaching for it automatically. She looked down seeing it opening its mouth, the hungry crocodile ready to chew on her other nipple. She began to sob again but couldn’t stop herself, her other hand preparing the nipple for its fate. And then again the clenching began, first gently, almost pleasurably until it started to hurt. The pain became almost unbearable as the metal crushed her nipple. She moaned then cried louder, finally screaming at top of her lungs as she released the clamp. “EEEEEEHHHHH.” Her scream rang off the walls of the room, but Michael was not fazed by her scream or the pain etched on her face.

It took a few minutes that seemed like an eternity before the pain in her nipples finally dulled. Her nipples throbbed, the blood pounding in the trapped tips. How could Michael make me do such a thing? She was even thankful that Michael made her sit steadily on him as she used the clamps on her breasts. Even breathing became painful, each time she filled her lungs, her breasts would rise and fall, the clamp bouncing on her nipples. Tulia looked again into Michael’s eyes, afraid what he might demand from her next. Would he make me ride him again, or did he have something even more perverse in store for her?

“Slip my cock out of you.” He saw the look of disappointment on her face. In spite of the terrible bite of the clamps on her tits, she was still soaking wet. “Don’t worry, it won’t be long.” He felt her sliding up, her pussy clinging to his cock as she pulled free, his hard cock bouncing as she deserted him. “Stand over there.”

She walked over to the spot, the clamps hurting with each step. She was glad when she could stand still, trying not to breathe as the clamps yanked down harshly to the floor.

“Turn around and put your hands on the table. I want you from behind.” When she turned her back, Michael took the weights out of the drawer. He looked at her, her naked ass pushed out, her legs too close together for his liking. “Spread you legs wider.” Her legs spread wider, Michael nudging her ankles until she was posed as he wanted. His hand slid over her back. “Lower your back but raise up that lovely ass. That’s good. Now doesn’t that look nice, James? All open and spread for me.”

The clamps dangled down, pulling her nipples towards the floor, each time she moved igniting a sharp bout of pain. She was sure that she was spread obscenely, her cheeks parted, her pussy open. In this position a new fear came over her. Her asshole was so exposed and vulnerable. Would he take her there? She didn’t think she could ever take anything as big as Michael’s cock up her tiny backside. Not without a lot of tearing. She saw Michael standing next to her head, his dick jutting out in front of him. Would he make her suck his cock?

“Hold real still for me, Tulia. Just some more jewelry for you.” He showed her the weights, the fear in her eyes making his cock jerk in pleasure.

They looked like tiny pineapples, but these were metal. And by the size of them, they had to be at least a pound. Sixteen heavy ounces of metal, and Tulia knew there was only one place for them. She had noticed the rings on the end of the clamps, not connecting it until now. The weights would be hung from the clamps. Two things would happen. First, they would pull her nipples toward the ground, stretching them. And then the crocodile teeth would dig deeper into her flesh to keep the clamp from falling off. The slightest movement by her would make the dangle exaggerate, tugging painfully on her sensitive nipples.

Michael hefted one of her tits with his hand, the clamp sticking straight out. He clipped the weight on the end of the clamp. He grabbed one of Tulia’s hands, placing the weight in it. “Don’t let it fall until I tell you.”

It felt so heavy in her hand. She felt his hand fumble with her other breast, Michael grabbing her other hand until she was holding both of the weights in the palm of her hand. Waiting. For the moment he would tell her to let them go. The moment of pain that she feared.

He let her hold them for a few moments. For the terror to settle in. He stood behind her, moving forward, his hand holding his cock out. He looked down, the delicious crack of her ass split wide, her wrinkled asshole beckoning his cock. He teased himself, not yet. He rubbed the blunt end of his cock up and down her wet slit from behind, gathering up her juices. “Not yet.” He pushed his cock against her pussy, shoving with his hips, her hot, tight pussy swallowing his cock. He buried half of his cock inside her before he stopped, her pussy like a blast furnace, her muscles already gripping his cock lovingly just the way he liked it. He pulled out, shoving back in, a grunt from Tulia, but she kept her ass raised up and pushed back, just the way he liked it. The rest of her pussy swallowed up his cock, his prick jerking and shuddering as her muscles rippled up and down his cock. “Now let them go. Not slowly. Let them drop.”

He was doing it so she would receive the maximum amount of pain. Yet she obeyed without question. She dropped them, her body tightening up as she braced for the inevitable pain. It took only seconds. The heavy weights rushed to the ground, suddenly stopped as her nipples stretched to the breaking point. “EEEEEEEEGGGGGGGGGGGGG.” It felt like her nipples were torn from her body. First they were stretched longer than they should have been, then the weights forced the clamps to tighten on her nipples, the shooting pain racing to her brain, her cheeks covered with tears as she screamed in pain. And to make it worse, the clamps swung back and forth slowly before they finally stopped, each time tugging and biting into her clamped nipples.

It felt like his cock was in a hot vise. But it was nothing to the feeling when the weights tugged on her nipples as they fell to the floor. The pain forced her pussy to tighten so much that Michael thought her pussy would choke his cock. And her scream only it made it more pleasurable, Michael’s prick growing in pleasure. He knew she wasn’t doing it on purpose, but her pussy massaged his cock with such pleasure, the pain making it clench and unclench. He let her settle down, her breathing ragged as she struggled not to breathe, the weights making her breasts dance from just the slightest movement. “James, two more. And you can put them on.”

Tulia looked at James in terror as he walked over to her. In his hands he held two more clamps, the other hand holding two weights. These were even bigger; they had to be at least two pounds. “Not there!” It came to her suddenly. It wasn’t her tits that he was going to put them on. He was already kneeling beneath her. It was her pussy.

James’ fingers played with her oily pussy lips, her juices coating them. He avoided Michael’s cock that split her open, pulling one lip back, the clamp waiting for it, James releasing it until it bit into the fleshy lip. He worked on the next, the clamps digging into the flesh.

It didn’t hurt as bad as the ones on her nipples. Her pussy lips were fattier, though she could feel the bite of the jagged edges on her skin. What she feared were the weights. Two pound weights would yank them down hard to the ground, stretching her skin. She didn’t have long to wait, James’ fingers working on attaching them, Tulia looking between her legs, James holding them in the palm of his hand, an evil grin on his face when he noticed her watching him. He smiled widely as he released them, stepping back as they fell to the ground.

James loved it when they fell, her pussy lips stretching over three inches before they could stretch no more. Her scream was priceless.

“AAAGGGHHHHHHHH,” her pussy feeling like it was being torn from her body. And the weights swung back and forth, igniting fresh bouts of pain as they moved.

“Thank you, James.” Michael couldn’t believe the pleasure his cock got from her pussy in spite of not even moving. Each fresh batch of pain brought delightful clenching on his cock, Michael not wanting the moment to go away. “Give them all a swing before you go, James.”

“EEEWWWWW,” her scream was inhuman, sounding like a wounded animal. All of the weights swung back and forth in a wide arc, the pain radiating through her breasts and in her pussy.

Michael struggled not to cum, his ass cheeks clenched tight as he fought the pleasure that her pain gave him. He wouldn’t last much longer.

Tulia was panting loudly, heavy drops of tears falling on the table underneath her as she tried to accommodate the pain. She felt Michael behind her taking her in broad strokes, making the weights swing back and forth, her nipples ablaze in pain as the sharp teeth tore her sensitive flesh, her pussy lips pressing hard against the shaft of his cock, feeling as if they were torn from her body. And then Michael slapped her ass, sharp pain making her stiffen for a moment. She couldn’t even tell what hurt the most, her overstretched nipples, her pussy lips clamped tight or her ass as Michael slapped it. She felt Michael’s cock, deep inside her, banging against her cervix. She bit her lip tasting her own blood. She moaned in pain and was rewarded with another slap on her ass. She cried out, this time louder.

“Arch your ass.” Michael’s voice was impatient as he pressed his hand on her back making her ass rise up higher. He pushed hard with his hips taking her as deep as he could, moaning in pleasure as her body shook in pain again, her pussy contracting over his cock. He pulled out, her pussy lips pressing against his shaft as the weights stretched them painfully, only adding to his pleasure. His balls were tingling, ready to shot his cum deep into her. His cock went deep into her pussy again before he stopped, rolling Tulia’s hips, massaging his cock, wanting to prolong as long as he could to enjoy the pleasure her suffering was giving him. He stayed deep inside her for a moment, peeling her ass cheeks apart like a ripe fruit, her tiny anus, red and enflamed from being abused by the speculum, beckoning at him now. His fingers dug into her skin, kneading her ass cheeks painfully. His thumbs went to the groove between her cheeks framing her asshole, teasing it for a moment before he pressed hard seeking entrance to her anus.

Tulia felt Michael going painfully deep inside before he stopped and began to fondle her ass. It was almost a relief as she stood there still for a moment, even though the weights beneath her were still swinging, yanking her flesh harshly. But the pain dulled a little with the time, Michael slapping her ass from time to time to make sure he got her attention back, jolts of pain shooting through her body each time he did. Each time it felt like he‘d just clamped her tits and pussy, each time making her cry out in pain.

Now he was playing with her ass, Tulia not sure how he managed to hold off his orgasm for so long, his moans and groans betraying that he was on the edge. Tulia clenched her pussy around him, too afraid of pain to move but desperate to make him cum and finally end her torment. And then she felt it, a pressure on her anus, feeling as if he was trying to push a log into her battered ass. Her already tense body went rigid and she loudly sucked in the air.

“Please don’t!” She screamed, not even sure if there was something she could offer him instead, Michael taking everything he wanted without regard to her suffering, only concerned with his own pleasure. With his fat cock filling her pussy she was sure she wouldn’t be able to take anything else inside her, not without being ruined for a life.

“Relax you your muscles and let me in.” Michael’s voice was shallow clearly giving away he was about to cum any moment now. He pressed harder with his thumbs, finally making her anus open as it slowly sucked his fingers in. He groaned loudly pushing his cock even deeper inside her pussy, seeing her ass swallow his fat digits.

“AAAAHHH,” the only thing Tulia could do was scream, the pain almost knocking her off her feet. She grabbed the table harder, her knuckles getting white as she dug her nails into the wood. She spread her legs wider trying to accommodate the pain but it only made her crotch ache. Michael was moaning behind her, his groans getting louder as he played with her body. She was sure he was cumming, bathing her insides with his seed. His fingers left her anus, and he got back to pumping her pussy. Tulia began to cry loudly realizing he hadn’t cum yet and wanted only to tease her.

“Cross your arms behind your back.” Michael ordered Tulia, his own hand slipping underneath her, pressing against her belly, one of his fingers touching her clit casually, going in circles around the swollen bud. She was still dripping wet. Her body jerked a little but responded to his gentle masturbation.

He surprised her again, a light touch of his finger on her clit making her body tremble anew. But this time it was different, feeling almost good. Tulia felt the goose bumps covering her body and the clamps on her nipples suddenly felt as they belonged there, the gentle pinching making her nipples swell. A moan escaped her lips, and she rolled her hips gently without even realizing doing it. She heard James laughing at her side. She didn’t even notice he was standing there watching her all the time, apparently waiting for Michael to finish, stroking his cock in her direction. Tulia felt her face getting red, knowing he was laughing at her, that she was getting aroused in spite of the pain. She looked away from him, seeing Amanda being taken by William from behind. Tulia had forgotten all about her, concerned with her own pain all the time. The pain that was now slowly turning into pleasure.

Tulia watched Amanda as she was kneeling on the floor in front of William with her arms bound on her back, her head pressed to the ground and legs spread obscenely wide giving William as much access as she could. Tulia couldn’t even tell if he was taking her in the ass or enjoying her pussy. What struck her most was the fact that Amanda was lying there underneath the man that could be her father, mewing like a cat in heat, rolling her hips each time he took her deep, raising her ass up and visibly enjoying her fate. Am I going to be like her? A pain-loving slut? I can’t let that happen. I have to fight it! A slap on her ass brought her back to reality.

“I told you to cross your arms behind your back.” Michael sounded angry, his movement becoming more erratic as he took her, obviously fighting the urge to cum but wanting to fully control his new pet as he did. He had to hit her again before she willingly complied.

It took a moment of hesitation and another slap on her ass before Tulia lifted one of her arms from the table bending it behind her as Michael wanted. She knew as soon as she crossed her arms behind her back that Michael would be her only support. Her legs already felt like a jelly, and she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to hold the position much longer, her body rocking back and forth while being fucked, another powerful orgasm building inside her, though she tried to ignore it at the moment. She didn’t want to be like Amanda, cumming like a well trained dog, always following her masters orders. She concentrated on the pain, her only salvation, and then let go of the table, crossing her arms behind her back, almost falling forward as she did it. Michael’s strong hands prevented her from hitting the ground holding her submissively in that position. One of his hands was still on her belly, his finger never stopping the gentle masturbation of her clit, a contradiction to everything else he was doing to her. The other had grabbed her crossed wrists pulling them up in the air making her bend in half. Her head went up instantly, trying to avoid the weights attached to her nipples from hitting her face. She moaned loudly, the pain mixing with pleasure.

No matter how hard she tried to ignore her body, she was painfully aware she wouldn’t be able to stop another powerful orgasm, the pain exciting her now, making the coming pleasure more intense, cries of arousal escaping her lips. She felt Michael’s erratic movements and heard his groans as he took her faster and faster. He suddenly stopped, impaling her on his cock, pulling her arms even higher in the air and pinching her clit hard. Tulia cried out in pain and felt him cumming inside her, filling her pussy with his seed. His cock jetted his cum deep inside her, bathing her with his abundant crème. She felt proud for a brief moment and then the world around her collapsed. Another scream escaped her lips, this one of carnal ecstasy. She came with Michael, milking his cock and screaming at the top of her lungs in ecstasy. And then another orgasm washed through her body making her body tremble in pleasure. She was rewarded with another blast of Michael’s cum.

Michael was holding back his orgasm as long as he could, her screams music to his ears. He saw her trying to fight the pleasure he was giving her. This turned him on even more. She screamed as he inflicted more pain on her, pinching her clit until he felt her shove back against him finally doing the trick, and he came deep inside her, making sure she came with him. His cock felt as if it was in a vise as she milked him with her pussy. He groaned loudly, feeling her body grow limp. Her legs gave away, and he had to hold her to prevent her from falling down. He waited for a minute, his cock shrinking inside her pussy, before it slipped out, slick with their cum. Then he slowly let her down on her knees. The weights attached to her pussy banged loudly as they hit the floor, his hand grabbing her hair not letting her lie down on the floor. Still holding her head by her hair, he went in front of her.

“Make me hard again.”

Michael’s order hit her like lighting. Tulia was exhausted from the hard fucking, humiliated that Michael made her cum and desperate to get some rest, to get away from them. To hide in some deep dark hole and die there in shame. But she was once more confronted with another of his perverse demands. She didn’t think she could take any more of it. She saw James out of the corner of her eye, still waiting, smiling at her as he stroked his rock hard cock, some precum already leaking from its head. Tulia tried not to even think of what they might demand from her next as she felt her head pulled forward until she was face to face with Michael’s cock. It had already grown semi-hard, or maybe he just didn’t completely lose his erection when he came in her. It was slick with his cum or was it hers? His hands held her tightly by her hair, feeling as if he were tearing her hair out of the scalp. With his cock in one hand, he rubbed it over her lips, painting them with his drying cum as if it were lipstick. She knew better than to defy him, her lips parting as the rubbery head of his cock sought entrance to her mouth once again. Tulia hated it, having to make him erect, knowing that he would take her once again, afraid that it might be her asshole this time that would have to provide the pleasure he sought from her.

No matter how many times he came, Tulia always inspired him to hardness again, this time was no exception. Just the warm breath from her mouth on the head of his cock sent it growing erect, growing longer as if it were seeking the hot confines of her mouth on its own. He pushed his hips forward until the head of his cock came in contact with her silky lips, moving his hips from side to side over her lips. He yanked her head up higher, her lips opening as she cried out in pain, Michael shoving his cock until he felt her lips part and the head of his cock slip into her hot, demanding mouth. “Use your tongue on it. Clean the cum off of it. After all, it’s half yours.” Michael roared as she turned red in shame.

She felt the head of his cock trying to enter her mouth, the taste of his cum already bathing her taste buds with its salty flavor. “EEEHH,” her hair yanked hard, Tulia’s mouth gasping in pain, his cock finding her open mouth as she screamed, breaching her lips until it sat on her tongue. She obeyed without question, her tongue going to work on his cock in spite of her exhaustion, his other hand going to her head, moving her back and forth on his cock that pierced her lips. She lathered his cockhead with spit, her tongue slapping back and forth over it until she was sure it was clean. Michael’s hands continued to hold her head still, Tulia feeling the cock grow in her mouth.

He was already half hard, Tulia’s tongue doing its magic on his cock. “Come over, James. You can join me. I think Tulia would love to suck two cocks. She is learning to be a very expert cock sucker.” He yanked her head up, her eyes filled with tears, seeing the shame in her face. But it was her mouth wrapped so tightly around his shaft was all that Michael saw, exciting him. He pulled his cock out of her mouth reluctantly, grabbing her hand and making her stroke his cock.

Michael’s cock left her mouth empty, but he demanded her obedience, her hand forced to slowly masturbate it. James came over, pulling her head to the side, his hips shoving his cock into her mouth before she could even protest, a rock hard cock slicing into her mouth. A slap to the side of her head sent her tongue working over the head of his cock as James began to fuck her mouth, one hand on the top of her head, the other hand under her chin, holding her mouth submissively so he could fuck her oral cavity as if it were a pussy, his cock sliding in and out. He became more aggressive, taking her with full strokes of his cock until it banged hard against the back of her mouth, Tulia gagging until he pulled it back out. Tulia’s tongue raced over the shaft, hoping to please him to keep him from her throat. Michael moved out of her sight, standing behind her, Tulia feeling his hands on the back of her head.

“Take him deep, Tulia. Into your throat. Let him feel the pleasure that only a throat fuck can bring.” Michael held her still while James began to pound his cock into her mouth, this time not stopping as his cock jammed against the tight opening of her throat. She struggled, but Michael held her submissively, her choking the only sounds coming from her as James breached the tight confines of her throat to send his rock hard cock into her throat.

It felt like a giant log shoved down her throat, her gagging only helping James, opening up her throat as she choked, allowing the thick helmet of his rock hard cock to breach her throat, rasping down into her gullet until he finally stopped. “GGGGHHLLLL,” her incoherent babbling smothered by the cock that split her lips, pressed deep into her throat. It burned as it sat pulsating in her throat. She could barely breathe, sucking in as much precious air through her flaring nose. James began to pump his cock in and out of her throat, the thick head rubbing her raw as she choked and gagged, Michael’s hands holding her tight, her hands clenched at her side as she bore the painful throat fucking.

They took turns with her, one of them pulling out, Tulia finding her mouth and throat breached by the other cock before she could even enjoy her new-found freedom. Her stomach turned over and over, her mouth full of cum as they dripped their precum onto her tongue. Her throat was rubbed raw, but they cared little of her discomfort, fucking her throat for long minutes while her head grew dizzy from lack of air. Suddenly she found her mouth empty, slumping over, her head pressed against the floor as they deserted her. They hadn’t cum, so she feared what was next, both of them standing over her, thick cocks slick with her saliva. Wet and ready to penetrate any part of her body that they desired. And there were two of them, neither of which looked like he would wait for the other to finish with her. Two rock hard cocks that would seek a warm, tight hole to fuck. They had already used her mouth, only two other holes left. And one of them had never been breached before except with fingers and speculum. Nothing like the huge cocks that jerked impatiently above her.

To Be Continued