The warden’s surprise After the dinner party, Brenda was rewarded with a night in the hospital, to allow her to bathe and rest. The petite guard removed her dildo harness and, smiling knowingly, licked Brenda’s pussy before giving her a slow and extremely pleasurable fistfucking. “I knew you’d enjoy that” she laughed afterwards. “Now, roll over.” Brenda did so and the guard slipped her fingers inside her arsehole. Brenda closed her eyes and relaxed as the fingers massaged her rectum. Then she felt something else, something cool and rubbery. “It’s nothing new, not to you” said the guard, slowly inserting a rubber corkscrew into Brenda’s body. “You’ll appreciate it later. So no cheating and trying to remove it.” Brenda spent the whole next day in the hospital. She lay in bed, stretched out in an armchair, ate fresh fruit and fancy cheeses, drank champagne and smoked a few joints. She fantasised about the cocks she had sucked and what else they could do to her. She stroked her clitoris and fingered her pussy, she had one of the younger prisoners lick her pussy in the bathroom before bending the girl over the toilet and fistfucking her. She dozed off in a chair dreaming about cocks and was awoken in the evening by the black guard and the tall guard. “Come on, special orders for you, Pictures.” They made her bend over with her legs spread and ensured the corkscrew was in as deep as possible. Then they looped a rope tightly around her waist, drew it between her legs and up between her buttocks and tied it tight. Brenda could feel it pulled tight against her clitoris and deep in between her labia. They locked a collar around her neck, cuffs on her wrists and ankles and hung small weights from her nipple rings. Rope was wound about her chest, two lengths above her breasts, two below, that squeezed her breasts and made them stand out. A ballgag was strapped around her head and her hands were pulled behind her, her wrists padlocked toghether and then her elbows pulled together and tied with rope. Finally, they put high heeled stilettoes on her feet. “Looking good, Pictures!” They marched her from the hospital to a building beyond the administration block and into a windowless room, bare, save for a metal pole attached to the ceiling. They stood her against it and padlocked the end of the pole to the back of her collar. Then the pole was adjusted, upwards until it pulled the collar against her throat and her feet felt wobbly in the stillettoes. Her ankles cuffs were padlocked together. A black hood was pulled down over her head and secured around her throat. Then they turned off the light and departed, leaving Brenda teetering in pitch blackness. She had no idea how long she waited, but it seemed like a very, very long time. Eventually she heard the door open. She heard soft footsteps and felt the warm presence of someone in the room, standing close to her. She felt the sweat trickling down her back and her chest, she felt that nervous excitement in her anus. Her skin was still hot and tender from the previous night’s whipping, her pussy was throbbing with sexual excitement, she was rubbing herself against the rope running tight between her labia and buttocks. Brenda felt the tip of a leather crop stroking her swollen vulva. It ran slowly down the inside of each of her thighs, caressed her vulva again, then trickled up her belly to her swollen breasts. The crop gently stroked her breasts and nipples, back and forth, flicked the weights hanging from her nipple rings, then slid up her chest and under the hood. She breathed fast and shallow. She felt excited, nervous, horny as all fucking hell. Her anus puckered up tight and horny around the fat rubber corkscrew deep inside her arsehole. The leather crop slid up her neck, over the collar, tickled her ear, then slid around her jaw to her chin. It pushed up across the gag and stroked her nose and forehead before sliding back down her face, down across her breasts – then away. Brenda caught her breath. Slap, slap! The crop caught her nipples, one, then the other. A hand pulled her hood tight around her neck, then whipped it off. The warden stood before her, smiling wickedly, naked but for a loincloth. She stood on strong legs, her muscular arms by her sides, her large breasts crowned with nipples big and hard. She was obviously very excited. “Hello Pictures. I’ve been looking forward to this for quite a while. I’ve heard some stories about you – good stories, I must say. Yes, the guards and the prisoners keep me up to date with all the details – and the video of your night with the guards is really something! We’ll make a bit of money out of that one! Indeed! But tonight is my time and I have a surprise in store for you. Steady on those stilletoe heels?” The warden adjusted the pole upward until Brenda was teetering on her stilletoes. She removed the weights from the nipple rings, then took a step back, raised her arm and began swatting Brenda’s nipples with the leather crop. Her breasts were swollen from the pressure of the ropes , her nipples were already hard and horny with excitement and the weights swinging from them,yet the swats of the crop made them stand up even harder. And as the warden whipped them ever harder, she felt ever more horny. She swang from side to side, her feet slipped on the floor and she slipped over on her heels. The collar pulled tight against her throat until she found her footing again, but not before her nipples spurted. She felt her pussy juice leaking past the rope between her crotch and trickling down her thighs. “You really are enjoying this, aren’t you Pictures?” laughed the warden. She flicked the crop against Brenda’s vulva a few times and laughed again. “You are one horny little slut. So am I, and as much as I would like to toy with you as you are, I want to have you in my own special way.” She stepped forward and put her hands behind Brenda’s neck and unlocked the padlock. Brenda collapsed into the warden’s strong arms and was half carried, half dragged out of the room, into an adjoining bedroom. The warden was a surprisingly strong woman. She threw Brenda onto the bed, a wide long bed with iron-wrought head and foot stands. She unlocked the padlock that Brenda’s wrists behind her back and relocked it in front, then looped a chain through her wrists and secured it to the centre upright on the bedhead. Brenda lay on her back, her arms above her head and looked at the warden. She gazed down at her with an expression of brutally pure lust. Brenda was extremely conscious of the fat rubber dildo corkscrewed into her arsehole. She lay back and squirmed unconsciously in anticipation of some kind of unimaginable sexual debauchery. The warden leered and laughed, and unlocked her ankle cuffs. She grabbed a metal spreader bar with loops at each end and locked Brenda’s ankle cuffs on them, spreading her legs wide. “Now the real fun starts.” The warden held up a long wicked knife. She ran the sharp edge of the blade up the inside of Brenda’s thigh and tickled her hot, swollen pussy lips. Brenda broke out in a hot sweat, scared but excited – somehow, she felt safe. The knife slipped under the rope just above her pussy and, with one swift stroke, cut it. The warden whipped the rope out from around Brenda’s waist and crotch. “Had you there, didn’t I? You shouldn’t worry – you’re too valuable to hurt. Badly. Mmm, you do have a gorgeous little pussy. I haven’t really seen it since I explored your body cavities.” The warden picked up the crop and flicked it over Brenda’s pussy a few times. Brenda’s hips heaved in response and she moaned with deep, sexual pleasure behind her gag. She could feel her pussy gaping wide open and her juices streaming down her thighs, a scorching horny heat was throbbing through her body and she wanted something, anything to take the edge off her near-unbearable sexual desperation. The warden could see it. “Ah, look at you. You make me so horny,” and she dived face first into Brenda’s pussy and sucked and slurped and bit and pulled and shoved her fingers into Brenda’s cunt, then sat up, her face dripping. “Now for my surprise,” she said, undoing her loincloth. “Wonder why they call those dildoes the Warden’s Special?” and she pulled it off and revealled an especially thick long cock. It had a fat, round head and two enormous balls swung in a long scrotum. It seemed the size of the dildoes she’d been fucked with, but hot, alive and trobbing “A freak like me coulda lived a miserable life” she said, stroking her cock into an erection. “Lucky I found a calling in life. I can love you like a woman. I can fuck you like a man.” She lifted the spreader bar, up and back so Brendas pussy was wide open and exposed. She shoved her huge cock deep into Brenda, who screamed out in ecstacy behind her gag. The warden smiled and began to pump her with strong, solid thrusts. Brenda had a searing orgasm almost immediately. Every orgasm of her prison time only added up to foreplay for the moment when her desperate desire for a hard fuck was finally satisfied. The warden reached up, grabbed a chain and clipped it onto the spreader bar. With both hands free, she reached forward, pinched Brenda’s nipples in her strong fingers and pulled them up hard. She pumped her cock in even harder. “Come on, Pictures. Let’s see what you’re made of” and she slammed her huge cock into Brenda’s hot pussy. Brenda threw her head back and let loose with a deep guttural roar, a howl of primal sexuality. Her nipples squirted and she let the warden pound her enormous cock into her cunt, she craved it, she wanted it more and more. She thrust her hips up toward the warden, pushed her hips against the repeated hard thrusts, felt the hot, throbbing cock massaging her G-spot and screamed out another howling orgasm. Time and sensibility dissolved, she only wanted to give herself, her body, her will, her spirit, over to the warden. The warden released Brenda’s nipples and grabbed her ankles, the better to brace herself, and the intensity and power of her thrusts increased. Brenda moaned, screamed, roared, she braced her cuffed hands against the bedhead so she could push hard into the thrusts. The warden shoved her cock deep, deep into Brenda’s cunt and held it in there. Brenda pushed her hips against it, squirming and moaning, pleading wordlessly. She felt her entire body impaled on the huge cock, and she almost cried with disappointment when the warden slowly withdrew it. “Oh, please, please,” she murmured. “No need to plead, Pictures, I haven’t finished with you yet” and the warden unclipped the chain from the spreader bar and flipped Brenda over onto her stomach. Instantly, Brenda raised herself on her knees. “Please spank me,” she breathed, and the warden responded with several hard whacks across her buttocks, her legs and her gaping, dripping cunt. Brenda felt the heat inflame her crotch and tensed with nervous, keen anticipation when she felt the buttplug being withdrawn. “Your arse is even cuter than your cunt” said the warden, thrusting two fingers inside and stretching and massaging her sphincter. She grabbed Brenda’s head with her other hand and twisted it around. “Now, look at this” she ordered and showed Brenda a leather strap around her scrotum. The warden’s enormous balls were squeezed out below it and the leather strap was as thick as a hard cock. The warden rubbed her balls against the wet cunt “Mmm, feels good, doesn’t it, you little slut.” She pushed her balls into Brenda’s cunt and started fucking her with them. The enormous testicles massaged Brenda’s cunt, making her cry out again even as she felt the hardness of the head of the cock pressing against her stretched sphincter. “Fuck me, please fuck me hard!” she said, and the warden slid her cock into Brenda’s arsehole in one long, smooth motion. Brenda threw her head back and screamed and groaned as she felt the flaming heat fill her body. She squirmed and wriggled, she was flooded with deep, primal feelings of lust and submission and desire, and still the warden pushed deeper and deeper into her arsehole, while her balls continued to massage deep inside Brenda’s cunt. Brenda shrieked out another orgasm that exploded out of her arse and her cunt, and the warden began thumping into her body again, harder and stronger than ever. Again Brenda screamed, pushed beyond all rationality, into a world of pain and pleasure and fevered lust. The warden’s fingers dug into her buttocks, squeezing and stretching them, she pounded Brenda’s arsehole with an uncontrollable fever of brutal desire. Brenda felt the warden’s cock growing larger and harder inside her rectum as it repeatedly slammed into her, wanted it deeper and harder, wanted more of the slapping and pinching the warden delivered to her, slapping her arse and back and squeezing and pinching her nipples. The warden slid her hands around Brenda’s neck, laced her fingers together and squeezed. Brenda’s vision blurred and dissolved, she felt like nothing more than an arse and a cunt that existed only to serve. As the warden’s cock swelled and spurted deep into her body, she came again, an orgasm that felt like the end of the world. The warden continued ramming into her until she was drained, then she dropped her large sweaty body onto her prisoner. “Now, that was mutually enjoyable, wasn’t it Pictures?” Brenda couldn’t reply, but felt warm and wanted and needed, nestled beneath the warden. When she removed the cuffs and lay down to sleep, she pulled Brenda toward her and smiled knowingly as she felt her melt into her, meek and submissive and under her control. The next morning, Brenda was awakened by the warden squeezing, pinching her nipple, she wanted to turn and kiss her, taste her. The warden held her tight, then lay her over on her stomach and lifted her hips. Her hand dug into Brenda’s cunt, stretching and probing, she eased her unstrapped balls in, then her cock. She held it in while it grew to its full erection, then started fucking, savage and hard. Brenda cried out, lost between pain and pleasure, feeling the balls massaging her G-spot, the cock pounding her tender, sore cunt. The warden pulled her upright, grabbed her nipples and pinched them violently, bit into her neck and shoulders and finally came with a brutal thrust that left Brenda in tears. “Nothing like a sharp little quickie in the morning, is there?” laughed the warden. She pushed Brenda off the bed, to sprawl on the floor. “Time for you to get back to work.” “Please” whimpered Brenda, “I don’t want to disappoint you.” The warden paused and smiled. “Kneel up then. Hands behind your back.” Brenda did so and looked up at the warden standing before her. The warden held out her huge cock and a thick stream of urine spurted out onto Brenda’s face, splashing over her chest and streaming down her body. Brenda knew what was required – she opened her mouth and let the hot, salty liquid pour down her throat, gagging on the taste, but glad to be of service to the woman to whom she granted control of her life, her body, her spirit and her will. This is the final complete chapter of WPF. Thanx to those who conveyed their appreciation of this tale.

1 March 2007

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1 – Arrival – the warden The back of the truck opened up and a guard called out to Brenda and the other two prisoners to hurry up and get out. The prison farm was a hot, dry place and Brenda noticed that the guards, all women and mostly tall and solidly built, all wore truncheons and whips on their belts. The prisoners were ordered into a windowless, concrete building. Inside was a large shower and changeroom. The shackles were removed from their wrists and ankles and they were ordered to wash themselves. As they stripped, Brenda looked at the other women. One was a thin, pale girl and the other a large, swarthy woman with a vast thatch of thick, black pubic hair. Brenda was a fit, trim young woman with very short hair and numerous tattooes. Her hips defined a gorgeous curved bum and her smallish breasts had large and very sensitive nipples. She was naturally horny, loved fucking and, though she didn’t like to admit to it, had an exhibitionisitic streak and a taste for rough and kinky B&D. The showers were cold and made Brenda’s nipples stand out. Three guards watched them, laughing and making jokes about their bodies and what awaited them at the prison farm. When they returned to the changeroom, their clothes were gone. They dried themselves off with thin, rough towels, then their hands were cuffed in front and the three naked women were marched outside and across to an administration block. They were taken into an office and introduced to the warden, a tall, well-fed women. She carried a leather riding crop and punctuated her lecture on crime and punishment with flicks and swats on the women’s breasts, buttocks and legs. The other two prisoners whimpered and sobbed, but Brenda felt hot and moist in her pussy. “And now”, she said, “it is my duty and my pleasure to perform a cavity search on each new inmate of this prison farm.” She pointed to the thin, frightened girl and directed her to bend over the back of a chair with her legs either side. The warden stood behind her and began to work her finger into the girl’s vagina. “Nice and tight – you won’t hide much in there” she commented. Brenda watched as the warden thrust two, then three fingers inside the girl, slowly pumping away. She then pushed her finger inside the girls anus. “Very nice – you will find yourself on office duty in here for a short while, I think. Now, stand up.” The warden held up her hand to the girl’s face. “Now, lick my fingers clean, thank you.” The girl hesitated but a hard swat across her thighs with the riding crop convinced her and she began to lick and suck the warden’s fingers while the warden beamed with pleasure. “Now you, hairy” said the warden to the large woman. She bent over the back of the chair and her large, pendulous breasts swayed beneath her. The warden slid one, then three fingers inside the woman’s vagina. “Plenty of room in here” she laughed. “I’ll have to investigate further.” The warden began to work her whole hand inside the woman’s vagina, slowly pumping in and out. The woman moaned and cried out, but earned only a sharp rebuke and a few hard swats on her hanging breasts. Brenda felt herself growing more and more horny as she watched the warden fist-fuck the woman. Her hand was now completely inside the woman’s vagina and she was pumping her with strong, hard strokes. Brenda’s hands were cuffed together in front of her pussy and she began to fondle herself gently, almost unconcious of what she was doing, despite the presence of the guards in the room. “Well, I’m satisfied there’s nothing hidden in your cunt” said the warden, removing her hand. “What about your arsehole?” She immediately thrust two fingers into the woman’s anus and gave her a few hard strokes on her breasts and nipples. Brenda could feel her own anus puckering with nervous excitement. It was hot in the room and sweat trickled down her back and between her buttocks. When the warden was satisfied with finger-fucking the woman’s anus, she ordered her to lick her fingers clean. She gave the woman several swats of the riding crop across her large breasts as she licked her fingers and hand, up past her wrist. “Now you, pictures” said the warden, referring to the tattoos on Brenda’s stomach and back. Brenda walked across to the chair, bent over the back of it, rested her head on her cuffed hands and spread her legs. “It seems someone is already prepared for their internal inspection” remarked the warden as her fingers stroked the damp folds of her labia. The warden’s finger began to rub her clitoris and Brenda breathed louder and faster. She felt fingers slide inside her vagina and start to fuck her. She heard the warden ask a guard for her truncheon and a moment later felt its thick length penetrate her and begin to fuck her. She moaned and grunted and pushed against the truncheon, responding to its thrusts. Somewhere, in the distance it seemed, she could hear laughing and joking. The warden’s finger left her clitoris on the verge of orgasm, and Brenda felt it sliding into her anus, fucking her in rhythm with the truncheon. She lifted her head and arched her back, her eyes screwed shut while she concentrated on pumping her hips against the thick hardness fucking her cunt and the finger fucking her arsehole. She moaned louder and cried out as the orgasm exploded out of her pussy and shot through her body like an electric charge. Her legs went weak and she slumped over the chair. “That was mutually satisfying” remarked the warden as she rubbed the slick, wet truncheon between Brenda’s buttocks. “I’m sure I’ll be seeing you again. Now, lift your head” and she gave her several sharp swats across her legs and buttocks. Brenda opened her eyes to see the truncheon held out before her. She opened her mouth and began to lick and suck it, tasting her own juices. The warden moved it in and out, fucking Brenda’s mouth with the truncheon until it was clean. She then thrust her fingers into Brenda’s mouth, and Brenda sucked them clean, too. 2 – the compound – the top dog The prison farm uniform was a coarse blue short-sleeved smock. The three new prisoners were each given one and then marched, still naked and handcuffed, carrying their smocks, from the administration building over to the compound. There were five wooden buildings, four dormitorys and a mess hall, and a concrete shower block. They were ringed by two electrified wire fences. Brenda could feel the stickiness of her pussy juice on her thighs and smell it in the hot sun. The three new prisoners were led inside the first gate before their handcuffs were removed. Several prisoners inside the compound gathered to check out the new arrivals. Brenda noticed that less than half of them wore the blue smock – most of them were simply naked. She was the last to have her handcuffs removed – the thin girl and the large woman threw on their smocks quickly but Brenda didn’t have a chance before they were pushed into the compound and immediately surrounded by the other prisoners. They didn’t fail to notice the smell of sex on Brenda and she was immediately groped and pawed. Her smock disappeared. “Hey! You know only the warden gets a go before I do!” The crowd parted and a tall, rawboned, muscular woman strode up to inspect the new arrivals. “Fresh meat, huh? I’ve been waiting for some. Smells like you can’t get enough” she said to Brenda. “Okay bring ‘em to my dorm – and no copping a feel on the way.” Hands gripped Brenda around the shoulders and arms and pushed her in the direction the top dog took. She was pushed inside one of the dormitory buildings and her hands were tied together behind her back. Again, she felt that nervous excitement in her anus as the ropes were bound around her wrists. The thin girl and the large woman were also stripped and bound. Brenda noticed that every woman in the dormitory was naked. “I’ll start with you” said the top dog to Brenda and kissed her on the mouth. Her hot, salty tongue slid into Brenda’s mouth whiile one strong arm held her tight and the other squeezed her breast. The woman’s lips crushed Brenda’s and her tongue seemed to penetrate her throat. She kissed Brenda’s face, sucked her neck and her mouth, tongue, lips and teeth began to explore every part of Brenda’s body while her hands squeezd and pinched her. Brenda’s nipples were sucked and nibbled until she cried out and moaned. Her arms and stomach were bitten, her fingers were sucked, her back, thighs and buttocks were pinched and squeezed by strong hands The room was full of movement and noise but everyone was watching Brenda being mauled by the tall, lean woman. Her hands squeezed Brenda’s buttocks, spreading them apart and then, suddenly, lifting Brenda against the wall. The Top Dog’s face plunged into Brenda’s crotch like a crazed animal in heat, sucking, slurping, biting the soft flesh around her vagina and anus, her thighs, buttocks and labia. Her tongue penetrated Brenda’s vagina, tasted her anus and sought her clitoris. Brenda’s hips jerked and she cried out in yearning as her clitoris felt the touch of the tongue. Two fingers slid inside her vagina and began massaging her, while she leant back against the wall and jerked her hips up and down against the tongue on her clit. She came quickly then, pumping her crotch into the woman’s head as she cried out her orgasm. The Top Dog let her down to the floor and turned to the other women. “String her up” she ordered. The women quickly grabbed Brenda and lifted her to stand between two bunks. Her wrists were tied to the top of the bunks either side of her and her ankles tied to the legs. Standing spreadeagled she watched the Top Dogs take her pleasure from the other new inmates. The large woman was standing with her hands tied behind her back and her ankles tied together. Ropes were wound about each of her breasts, making them stand out like swollen melons. The ropes were tied to beams in the ceiling, making the woman stand on her toes to relieve the pressure on her breasts. The girl was suspended from the ceiling by ropes tied to her ankles. Her legs were spread wide and the Top Dog bent over her crotch, her face buried in the girls vagina, slurping and sucking hungrily. Brenda felt her buttocks being squeezed and pulled apart, and a tongue licking her anus. A woman pinched and pulled her nipples, then suddenly and directly pierced one with a needle and threaded a steel ring through it, then the other. Brenda’s nipples felt hot and heavy and ached erotically. The woman who pierced them sank to her knees and began to lick and suck Brenda’s clitoris whilst another woman finger fucked her vagina and her anus. 3 – a whipping in the field – a night with the Top Dog Brenda soon found herself working in the hot dusty fields, bringing in the latest potato crop. The prisoners were roused at dawn, given breakfast in the trucks on the way to the fields where they worked until near dusk. They had a short break for lunch, and were fed again upon their return to the compund. The evenings were an orgy of sexual debauchery as the women sought relief in the only manner allowed to them. A sharp blast on a whistle caught the attention of the women working in the potato field. One of the women had been caught trying to hide potatoes inside her prison smock. The other prisoners were ordered over to the truck where the guards would administer suitable punishment. Brenda walked barefoot over the dry fields, the sweat trickling down between her breasts. The woman who had stolen the potatoes was standing with the guards in front of the truck. When the other prisoners were assembled and watching, the chief guard ordered her to remove her smock. She did so. She was of medium height, red haired and full of figure. The chief guard then handed her a dog collar and ordered the prisoner to strap it around her neck tightly. She did this while the guard held the end of the chain attached to the collar. The chief guard ordered the prisoner to get down on her hands and knees and lick the guards’ boots clean. Brenda watched the prisoner lick the chief guard’s boots, her bottom high, her face down low, her breasts in the dust of the road, her tongue anxiously licking the leather boots. When she had finished licking one boot, the chief guard jerked on the chain and ordered the woman to her feet. Two guards tied ropes around her wrists then pulled her toward the bonnet of the truck. One guard went to each side of the truck and pulled on the ropes, hauling the prisoner onto the truck until her hips were at the edge of the bonnet and her feet off the ground. The ropes were tied around the windowposts of the truck’s doors. The guards then tied ropes around her ankles and to the ends of the bumper bar, spreading her legs wide apart. Brenda tugged at her smock, causing the rough cloth to rub against her hard, erect nipples. She imagined the feeling of the prisoner’s breasts, pressed against the hot steel of the truck, the feeling of her pussy being open and on display to the guards and the prisoners, the helplessness and the erotic tension of being tied to the truck, awaiting the hot lash to her buttocks. Brenda looked at the ropes securing the prisoner to the truck and the faces of the expectant audience and felt her own pussy growing hot and damp. One of the guards unrolled a long leather strap. One end was shaped to fit a hand, the other end sectioned for greater noise and impact. Holding the strap in her left hand, the guard swung her right arm around, back and forth, limbering and loosening up. She then took a firm hold of the strap, took a few practice swings then stepped forward and swung her arm hard and high, laying the strap into the prisoner’s buttocks with a loud crack. The bound and naked prisoner cried out and squirmed against her bonds while the other women jumped with surprise. The guard began to strike the bound prisoner with a slow, steady rhythm, across her buttocks and thighs, while she squirmed and moaned and pleaded. Brenda watched her buttocks turning from white to pink to red and tugged at her smock in order to stimulate her nipples. She felt fingers stroking her inner thighs from behind and the Top Dog whispered in her ear: “You’re enjoying this show, aren’t you?” Brenda leaned back against the Top Dog and spread her legs to allow the fingers fondling her buttocks to explore further. She watched and loved the woman tied across the bonnet of the truck as the strap struck her buttocks again and again. “You wish it was you up there, don’t you?” whispered the Top Dog in her ear, as two fingers penetrated her vagina. “Wouldn’t you love to be the one with her legs spread wide, her cunt on display and her bottom whipped red and hot?” The Top Dog continued to tease Brenda and, as the whipping ended, her fingers slipped out of her pussy, squeezed her buttocks, and she whispered in Brenda’s ear “We’ll finish this tonight…” It was dark in the messhall, so late at night, and the Top Dog sat on the edge of a bench, her legs spread wide and her pussy open. Brenda knelt before her, with her hands tied behind her – she had kissed the Top Dog deeply on her mouth, licked her neck and her full breasts, sucked her nipples, kissed her stomach and now licked her labia, searching for her clitoris – while the Top Dog told her of her own erotic experiences in the prison farm. Her stories of hard sexual discipline made Brenda so horny that her pussy began to leak and she plunged her face eagerly into the strong woman’s pussy and rubbed her tongue against a hard clitoris as big as the tip of her finger, even as the Top Dog grabbed her head, holding it against her pussy and clamping her legs against it. She came hard, pumping her face against Brenda’s desperate tongue, as she told the story of her first whipping. Brenda craved sexual heat, even as her tied hands wanted so much to plunge into her own pussy and squeeze her clitoris to a longed-for orgasm. The Top Dog lifted her to her feet and bent her over the table. “I’m gonna show you something now, you hot little slut” she threatened as she thrust three, then four fingers into Brenda’s aching pussy. She bent her knees, spread her legs and pushed back against the muscular arm pumping into her. “Spank me” whispered Brenda. “What’s that? Louder!” “Spank me” screamed Brenda. “Spank me, spank me hard and fuck me!” The Top Dog spanked Brenda across her buttocks and hips and pumped her fist into Brenda’s pussy and pushed her knuckles through the gaping vagina and began to fuck Brenda with her whole arm, pushing deep inside, making Brenda cry out and beg for more fucking, more spanking and she came with brutal intensity, shrieking out an hallucinatory orgasm that echoed across the long wooden mess hall. 4 – another whipping Brenda took her chance within a few days, to be caught in the fields and stripped naked under the sun and punished in front of the prisoners and guards. She let a guard see her clumsily trying to slip potatoes down the front of her smock and was instantly hauled up and out of the field and marched over to the chief guard, lounging against the truck in the shade of the only trees to be seen. She felt horny from the moment she was hauled out of the field, and she could feel her clitoris growing harder as the chief guard buckled a thick, wide leather collar around her neck and secured it with a padlock. The whistle blew and Brenda stood collared and leashed as the other prisoners approached her. One of the guards came before her with a knife and slashed her smock down the front and across the shoulders and it fell around her feet. Another guard grabbed her left wrist and snapped a cuff on it, then snapped a cuff on her right wrist, chaining her hands in front; Brenda couldn’t help stroking the soft flesh of her labia, and one of the guards laughed at her and cracked a whip lightly across her shoulders. As the other prisoners gathered around, Brenda was tugged by her leash toward the truck and ordered to sit down facing it. Guards grabbed her ankles and quickly tied ropes around them. Brenda fell back as the guards pulled the free ends of the ankle ropes toward the truck. For a moment she lay on her back in the dust, and then the guards pulled her, feet first, over the hood of the truck as they tied her ankle ropes to the window posts. Brenda hung upside down over the front of the truck, with her legs spread wide and her pussy exposed prominently, bent open over the leading edge of the truck’s hood, Her hands rested in the dry yellow dirt of the road as she watched the tallest and most muscular of the guards, a strong black woman, approach her with a thick, black riding crop in her hand. The guard stood tall and stong against the morning sun and Brenda’s nipples ached with desire for the hot welt of leather across her skin. The guard struck her, hard and swift, on her left thigh just above her knee, and then on her right thigh. “I’m gonna take my time,” she laughed at Brenda. “We’ve heard about you, and I know you’re gonna love it.” The guard laid another hard whip across each of Brenda’s thighs, putting her shoulder into the stroke. Brenda’s pussy ached and as the crop whipped her legs she tried to push her crotch toward the hot sharpness of the hard, black leather. True to her word, the guard took her time, whipping the crop across the inside of one leg, then waiting for Brenda to slow down her moaning and squirming, then whipping the other leg, creeping agonisingly slowly toward her crotch. “Well, look at you!” exclaimed the guard. “Your pussy’s opening up already” she said loudly for the benefit of the crowd. The guards laughed and yelled obscenities. Brenda bent her knees and arched her back, pushing her pussy higher and spreading her legs. “You want it bad, don’t you?” laughed the guard delivering another stinging hot lash to each of her thighs. Brenda’s bladder let go and a streaming arc of urine burst forth, splashing on her arms stretched above her head and, as the pressure eased, her face and chest. The hot liquid was oddly refreshing and made her feel even more of a wanton slut. Again, the guards laughed and made comments, as did some of the prisoners. The crop struck her thighs again, and again, creeping slowly toward her moist pussy, aching for an orgasmic release. The sharp, hot strikes on her soft thighs raised her sexual temperature and her pussy leaked in response – Brenda felt the dampness of her pussy juices leaking and trickling down over her belly. The crop struck her upper thighs and she thrust her hips forward, desperate to feel the hard slash against the horny heat of her aching sexuality. Smack! Crack! The crop whipped her thighs within millimetres of the soft flesh of her vulva. The pumping surge of sexuality was almost more than she could bear and she thrust her hips forward again, desperate to feel that hot slash, and it struck her once, twice, across the very tops of her thighs and then once, twice, again, on her labia. Unable to help herself, she screamed for more and felt the blessed heat of the crop slap hard upon the very centre of her clitoris, and she moaned and screamed and pumped her hips forward in an orgasmic frenzy amid the dust and heat of the road, her buttocks slapping against the truck and her cries disappearing into the empty space of the dry, hot fields. The guard laid the crop across each of her breasts, and then the other prisoners were herded back to their labour in the fields. The ropes around Brenda’s ankles were untied and she slumped back onto the dirt road. A guard grabbed the rope that tied her wrists and hauled her to her feet. Another guard reached inside the cab of the truck and retrieved a thick, knobbed length of polished wood on a solid, square base and stood it on the road. Brenda was hauled, willingly, toward it and the guard ordered her to kneel down over the fat, wooden dildo. Brenda did so and gratefully slipped her gaping pussy over the dildo. Again, the guards laughed as they watched her eagerly take the dildo inside her. Brenda placed her hands on the ground and instinctively began to pump herself up and down upon the thick, hard wood. As she lost herself in the passion of the phallus pumping deep inside her cunt, the guards watched her and laughed and promised her that she would see them again, and very soon. 5 – a night with the guards In the messhall, just a few nights later, a guard ordered Brenda to stand up. Her hands were cuffed behind her back, a leather collar buckled snugly around her neck and a chain attached to her nipple rings. The guard grabbed the chain and walked off, dragging Brenda behind her, and out of the crowded messhall into the dark night. She led Brenda across the compound, out through the double gates and over toward the guards’ quarters. There was a separate building for the four head guards, and she led Brenda into this building and into a room where the occupants were sitting around a table, drinking beer, smoking and playing cards. One of them, the woman who had whipped Brenda in the field, rose from the table. “Thanks. We’ll take her from here” she said, dismissing the younger guard. She grabbed Brenda’s crotch and slid a finger into her cunt. “Feels like you’re enjoying it already” she commented. She lifted Brenda off her heels by her crotch and hooked the chain on her nipple rings to another chain hanging from the ceiling. Brenda could not stand on her heels without her breasts being pulled toward the ceiling. Her nipples grew hard and she felt that familiar surge of excitement in her anus. The guard slapped her hard across her buttocks. “Don’t mind hanging around while we finish our game, do you?” Brenda hung around as the guards drank, smoked and continued to play cards. Every now and then, one of them would walk past Brenda on the way to the fridge or the toilet and give her a hard slap on the buttocks, thighs or pussy. Twice, her breasts were squeezed and once her clitoris was massaged for brief, exciting moment until, laughing, the other guards around the table told the fourth to “save some for later.” Eventually, the most overweight of the guards said “I reckon I could go a rimjob right about now.” She stood up and walked over to Brenda, lifted her by her crotch and unhooked the chain on her breasts. Brenda’s legs gave way beneath her and she slumped to the floor. The guard undid her trousers and pulled them off, then pushed Brenda onto the floor, on her back. She placed a foot either side of Brenda’s shoulders, facing toward Brenda’s feet, then squatted down over her face. Brenda saw the guard’s broad buttocks, saw the guard’s hands grab her buttocks and spread them apart, glimpsed the pink rose of her anus as it descended, then tasted it against her lips. “Come on, get going” ordered the guard and Brenda’s tongue began to lick and taste the soft flesh, the hot musky tang of the guard’s anus. She felt hands grab her ankles and lift them, spreading her legs and the guard sitting on her face began to stroke Brenda’s anus. “That’s it, stick it in, baby” said the guard as she stroked Brenda’s anus. Brenda felt leather cuffs being buckled around her ankles and the feeling made her eroticism surge. She began to lick harder and attempt to penetrate the guard’s anus. Only her shoulders and head were on the floor, and the cuffs on her wrists were unlocked, to be replaced by leather cuffs. “Yeah, that feels good” said the overweight guard, and she suddenly stood up. Brenda’s tongue reached out to try and tantalise her arsehole some more, and the other guards laughed. “We’re only just getting started” said one of the guards, and Brenda saw that they were all naked, save for their boots and their belts, hung with whips and crops and truncheons. The tight leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles were each fitted with four steel D-rings. Her wrists were swiftly locked together in front and a chain, just long enough to allow her to walk slowly, was attached to her ankle cuffs. “We’re just getting started” said the tall, muscular guard who had whipped Brenda in the field, tugging on the chain fastened to her nipples, Brenda got to her feet and followed the guards out the door of their barracks and into the night. They led her across the guards’ compound, to the obscene cheers and calls of the junior guards leaning out the windows and doors of their own barracks, and toward a small, wooden, barnlike building. Inside the small barn were a variety of wooden frames, some cupboards against the walls and a hardpacked dirt floor with a scattering of straw. Brenda was led to a wooden frame in the middle of the barn some nine feet square, hung with chains at the top corners and a foot or so above the bottom corners. The muscular black guard let go of the chain on Brenda’s nipples and grabbed her shoulders, turning her around to face the other three guards, standing square beneath the frame. The anticipation of her punishment at the hands of these women, the sexual tension of the last few hours, had Brenda’s pussy dripping with excitement. She felt her pussy juice trickling down her legs as she watched a guard open one of the cupboards and remove a spherical object of thin tubular steel. “This is just for fun, y’know, just ‘cos it looks good” said the guard, a relatively petite woman when compared to the muscular black guard, the overweight white guard and the fourth guard, a lean, strong woman not unlike the Top Dog in her frame. She undid a clasp on the sphere and fitted half of it onto the back of Brendas collar, then attached the front half, clicking it onto the collar. The sphere was made of longitudinal tubes of steel, with a single reinforcing bar around in front of Brenda’s nose, meeting at a central point atop her head and descending to a ring that was now fitted into the D-rings on her collar. In front of her mouth was a round ring, with clips attached. “We can make good use of this, if we need to” said the petite guard of the ring while she attached a chain to a link on top of the head cage. She tugged on the chain, running through a pulley, and pulled Brenda to her full height, her heels barely touching the ground. The black guard and the lean guard approached her, removed the clasp from her wrists, stretched her arms out above and either side of her and cliped the chains to her wrist cuffs. They then pulled the other end of the chains through pulleys to stretch Brenda’s arms out above her and secured the chains. The chain between her ankles was unlocked and her legs were pulled apart by the guards and secured to the chains on the frame. The guards pulled on the chains until Brenda found herself spreadeagled tight and hard between the chains on her wrists, ankle and neck, her weight supported on her toes, her wrists and, just a little, on her neck. Brenda was acutely aware that, for the first time in the prison camp, she was completely at the mercy of the guards, utterly helpless and without any witnesses. Her nipples, carrying the weight of the chain, were swollen with erotic anticipation. Her clitoris was hard and her pussy continued to leak sexual fluids. The lean guard came up to her, saying, “We don’t want this getting in the way” and removed the chain from her nipple rings. The black guard unhitched her belt, removed her whip and flicked it in front of Brendas face. It was some two metres long, made of three thin strands of leather plaited together. She stood before Brenda, naked, strong and beautiful. She rubbed the handle of the whip against her own vagina and flicked it again, this time catching Brenda lightly across her hard, swollen left nipple. Brenda moaned loudly and panted in anticipation of something less teasing and more satisfying. The guard smiled and walked to one side and behind Brenda. She heard the snap, the whistle through the air and felt the whip crack across the back of her shoulders. She cried out and writhed in her tight bondage. Crack! and the plaited leather lashed her again, slightly lower down her back. The guard kept up a slow steady rhythm across Brenda’s back with the whip while the other three watched her with smiles. The overweight guard leered at Brenda, licking her lips and fingering her pussy. The other two guards lounged on chairs, enjoying the show. The lashes moved slowly down Brenda’s back and across her buttocks. They curled around each of her thighs and she felt the wind against her pussy as she bent her knees, spread her legs and pushed her hips back into the lash. The srike of the whip was hot and stinging and made her cry out. Each one raised the temperature of her eroticism and left her desperate for more. The whip struck her across her thighs and her calves, then her buttocks again. Brenda felt the tip of the whip curl several times across her bottom to sting her on the soft, sensitive flesh around her pussy and her arsehole. She moaned with sexual pleasure and jerked against her bonds, against the cuffs on her wrists and ankles and the firmness of the collar around her neck. The steady rhythm of the whipping paused. Brenda twisted around, wanting more. The guard walked slowly around to stand in front of her nad flicked the whip toward Brenda, catching her across the left breast on the very edge of the areola. Brenda cried out in shock and surprise, then moaned as she felt that familiar stinging heat in her breast, felt her nipple hardening with sexual desire. The steady rhythm of the lash began again, across her chest and her breasts. Brenda moaned and cried out, her breath coming in large gulps and gasps. Her nipples thrust out, rock hard in their intensity, and her pussy leaked fluids that trickled down her legs. The whip struck her across her belly and around her flanks and crept closer to her tender, aching pussy. The whip struck her once, twice, three times across her belly, lower and lower and she thrust her hips forward. Just as she craved it across her mound, however, it caught her across her thighs several times in quick succession. Brenda hung tingling on the edge of ecstacy. “We haven’t finished yet” sneered the black guard, and the overweight guard rushed forward, grabbed Brenda and sucked her left nipple, hard, with her lips, her teeth, her tongue. Her fingernails clawed Brenda’s back and dug into her buttocks. She kneaded and squeezed and spread her buttocks then slid her hands up to Brenda’s breasts and grabbed and squeezed them in her fists and suckled her nipple hard. Brenda shook and jerked and cried out under the intensity of the guard’s sexuality. She felt as though her nipple was as sensitive as her clitoris and that she was on the verge of an orgasm. Just as quickly, the guard switched her attentions to Brenda’s other nipple. Her left nipple was swollen and tender, very sensitive and hard and erect. The guard pinched and pulled it while she suckled the right nipple, causing Brenda to moan and writhe under the almost-unbearable sexual tension. After sucking Brenda’s right nipple to a swollen, quivering erection, her lips, toungue and teeth traced a path around her breast, across her armpit and along her arm, stretched taut within the frame. She left a trail of teeth marks down Brenda’s flank, across her belly and pinched the puffy folds of her pussy, pulled them apart and blew on her clitoris. This made Brenda shake and cry out with such an orgasmic desperation, the guards laughed, and the overweight guard commented that they didn’t want to get too carried away. She continued to pinch and pull Brenda’s labia, though, while biting her thighs and hips. The guard moved behind Brenda and grabbed her buttocks hard, pinching and squeezing and pulling them apart. Her lips fastened over Brenda’s anus, and she sucked hard. Brenda moaned again and jerked her hips backward, panting loudly. The guard pushed three fingers into Brenda’s pussy and massaged around the opening of her vagina. She stuck her tongue up Brenda’s arsehole, shoving her face into the crevice between her buttocks as Brenda pushed back against her, grunting and humping her hips against the mouth that was tantalising her. She cried out as the guard bit her buttocks and continued as the teeth and lips traversed her back while the fingers massaged her vagina and a thumb pumped into her arsehole. Brenda’s skin was hot, tender and covered with love bites across the stripes left by the whip. She felt an enormous, erotic ache inside her body that craved release, yet was so perfectly fitting that she never wanted it to end. She felt the leather around her wrists, ankles and neck, stretching her body and holding her vulnerable to the women in the barn and she wanted them to take her vulnerability, to use it for their own and to take her with them, wherever they wanted to go and however they wanted to get there. She wanted to be pinched and squeezed and slapped and bitten and whipped and penetrated. She opened her eyes. The overweight guard stood in front of her holding a long conical corskscrew. It was made of soft pink rubber, deeply grooved, twelve inches long with a small ball at the top, and two inches broad at the base. “You’ll like this” she said and squatted down in front of Brenda. Brenda felt the small ball slide into her anus and the corkscrew begin to turn inside her. As it did, her sphicnter was also slowly stretched, and Brenda moaned and moved again to the slow penetration of her arsehole. She bent her knees and thrust her hips toward the phallus as it filled her bowels. “That’s a tight fit” said the guard. “For now.” As she stepped away, the tall, muscular guard came forward. She held up a thick, black dildo about seven inches long with a large, smooth pointed head. “Open your mouth and stick your tongue out” ordered the guard, and pushed the dildo through the hole in the front of the head cage and into Brenda’s mouth. Somehow, she managed to get a strap around the back of Brenda’s head, and buckled it to the dildo and the base of the dildo to the attachments on the cage. Brenda could not move her head inside the cage. With the dildo filling her mouth, she felt incredibly helpless – and even more horny. “I think this can be turned a little further” said the guard and twisted the corkscrew deeper into Brenda’s arsehole. She groaned behind the dildo gag as she felt her arsehole being spread further. The guard picked up a black leather device from the table and stood in front of Brenda. “This is our special strap on” she announced. “This is, of course, the belt. Here in front is what we call the Warden’s Special” and she held up the dildo. It was as thick as the dido gag but at least twelve inches long. “On the inside, we’ve this knobbled piece to rub against our clitoris, and these two dildos for our cunt and arsehole. So, the faster and harder we fuck you, the more fun we have. A nice piece of design, don’t you think?” Brenda’s nipples throbbed and her pussy and arsehole felt hot at the thought of what those dildos would do for her. She watched eagerly as the two guards who had been spectators until now prepared themselves. The petite guard fitted her feet into black patent leather platform boots. She then bent over the table and spread her legs while the muscular guard zipped the boots to above her knees, and stroked her pussy. She then buckled the belt of a strap-on around the petite guard’s waist, then pulled the hanging strap between her legs and inserted the dildos into her pussy and arsehole. They were quite thick, if not as thick as the dildo meant for Brenda, and the guard took her time inserting them, fucking the petite guard for a few minutes while she moaned pleasurably, rotating her hips against them. The muscular guard buckled up the strap-on and spanked the petite guard’s buttocks. She then began attaching her own strap-on, with the assistance of the petite guard who, when finished, knelt down and gave the dildo a blow-job while the other guard beamed. They both then approached Brenda and each took a hold of one of Brenda’s breast, squeezed them between their hands and sucked her nipples hard, harder and more intense than the overweight guard had. She moaned and cried out behind her gag, feeling on the verge of the long-awaited orgasm. “Mmm, she lactates. Might put some in our morning coffee” said the petite guard. The two guards kissed each other passionately, then the petite one stepped behind Brenda, who trembled with the anticipation of the hard fucking she craved. The muscular guard pinched and twisted Brenda’s hard, swollen nipples, while her comrade roughly massaged Brenda’s clitoris. One dildo prodded her belly and the other rubbed between her buttocks, while she jerked her hips back and forth and tried to lift her cunt over the hard black phallus. Hands slid away from her clitoris, back over her hips, across her buttocks, and she felt the corkscrew being removed from her arsehole. As the ball popped out, fingers slipped inside her stretched sphincter and lubed her. Then she felt the thick head of the dildo slide into her rectum and she groaned with pleasure and pushed her hips back to take it. The petite guard fucked her arse slowly with the head of the dildo, then pushed Brenda’s hips forward. Brenda watched the muscular guard bend at the knees and felt the dildo slide down over her belly, her vulva then rub against her cunt before the guard rammed it inside her. She screamed her pleasure this time and tried to take more of the dildo in her cunt but the guards were in control. They began to fuck her in rhythm, one dildo penetrating her cunt, then withdrawing before the other fucked her arsehole. Brenda settled into their rhythm, her hips moving back and forth as the dildoes fucked her, pushing deeper and deeper with each thrust. For Brenda, it was sweet ecstacy to be fucked like this, bound and helpless, her flesh alive with heat and sensuality from the ministrations of the first two guards, her body crying out for satisfaction. This was her satisfaction, one she realised she had been craving since she arrived at the prison farm. The petite guard squeezed and kneaded Brenda’s buttocks, pulling them apart with each thrust up her arsehole. The muscular guard continued to pinch her nipples, pulling sharply on them each time she pumped the dildo into her cunt, causing another spasm of pleasure to shoot through Brenda’s suspended, bound body. The guards were enjoying their work, using the fucking to maximise their own pleasure, as they ground themselves against the knobbed rubber inside the strap-on and felt the dildos inside themselves. Behind them, Brenda saw the overweight guard watching her intently and fingering herself, bent over a chair as the black guard spanked her repeatedly with a leather paddle – herself, never taking her eyes off Brenda. Their obvious pleasure in her ordeal made the sensual heat surging through Brenda’s body flood to every extremity, to her hands, her feet, her hard, swollen nipples and every inch of her bare, vulnerable flesh. Th two guards fucking Brenda began to lose themselves in their own sexual passion and began fucking her with wild abandon, pounding into her cunt and her arsehole with their enormous dildoes and slapping, spanking and pinching her helpless body. Brenda bit down on the gag and roared, a deep, guttural roar of wanton ecstacy as an enormous orgasm built up within her. The pressure of her orgasm pushed her libido higher and higher, even as the dildoes lifted her body higher, the pressure built within her and within the two women shoving their dildoes deep into her body. Brenda’s orgasm hit her like a tidal wave and shot through her body with an electric surge of pure sexual energy. The two guards came in sympathy and the three women shook and screamed for several minutes as the enormous pent-up sensual pressure was released in wave after wave of ecstatic bliss. After all their energy was drained, the guards leant against Brenda, recovering their breath. Eventually, the muscular guard stood up, pulled her dildo out of Brenda’s cunt and then sucked each of Brenda’s nipples, sucked them hard. Her nipples were already swollen and sensitive from the pinching, twisting and pulling they endured during the fuck, but this sudden contact shook her again with its passionate intensity. The petite guard then withdrew her dildo from Brenda’s arsehole more slowly. She walked around to face Brenda and held up a metal rod toward her nipples. “An extra-special something for you” she said, and pressed a button on the electric cattle prod. The charge shocked Brenda’s nipple and she screamed, but whether from pain or pleasure she wasn’t sure. The guard shocked her again, she screamed again – it was on the borderline, but definitely pleasurable. 6 – honoured guests It became clear to Brenda that by not just enduring but enjoying her night with the guards, she had risen within the hierarchy of the prisoners. This was proven when she was selected for a special role for the annual dinner party laid on for the Prison Board. The top dog confirmed for her what an honour it was. Several women were chosen to provide the evening’s entertainment. Brenda was to be the drinks waitress. She prepared in the prison hospital with a bath and had her head shaved and genitals waxed. A leather collar was locked around her neck. A chastity belt, similar to what the guards had worn, but without the strapon dildo, was locked onto her. She found that when she walked the dildos moved inside her and the knob stimulated her clitoris. She also wore a short black dress. It was cut low in front to expose her breasts and small weights were hung from her nipple rings. The dress was very short, the hem above her crotch, exposing her buttocks. There were eight men on the board. They sat in armchairs or at tables, eating, drinking and smoking. Several of the younger women were there to provide blowjobs as the men enjoyed the show. There were a number of varied entertainments. Some women performed oral sex or fistfucked each other. Others were chained up to a frame and whipped, spanked or paddled by the black guard. The men slapped Brenda on the buttocks and pinched her breasts as she delivered drinks. For the finale, a set of elaborate stocks were brought out. The large, hairy woman who had been imprisoned with Brenda was locked into them. Her head and wrists were locked down and her feet were also put into stocks, widely spaced. The stocks were arranged so her hips were pushed back. A horse was then led in. Two women massaged and licked the horse’s cock until it was fully erect and the animal somewhat agitated. It was led behind the woman in the stocks and guided forward, its front legs either side of her. It lunged forward suddenly, thrusting its huge phallus inside her and thrusting wildly. She cried out in shock and surprise, though Brenda knew from experience that she could accommodate even a horse’s cock. The men cheered and clapped as the horse pumped inside her, finally ejaculating such a quantity of sperm that it leaked out and splashed on the floor even as the horse was still spurting. Serving drinks for several hours had caused the dildo belt to stimulate Brenda to the point of orgasm. The dildos moved inside her and the rubber knobs massaged her clitoris almost continuously. The array of sexual displays inflamed the sexual heat inside her and caused her nipples to swell and harden. The men of the prison board were drunk and vulgar yet hardly any more turned on than she was. The horse was led away but the woman remained in the stocks so the men could avail themselves of her. One stood in front of her and thrust his cock into her mouth and two more began trying to see what they could stuff inside her open pussy. They soon turned to Brenda to assist them. At first they thought to try and fuck her with Brenda’s shaven head. The grabbed her and forced her toward the woman’s gaping, dripping pussy. They tried to force her head but even the wide wet pussy could not accommodate a head. Brenda then slid one, then both her fists inside the woman’s cunt and the men laughed and cheered her on. They surrounded her, one of them told her to fistfuck the woman’s arsehole and Brenda, very fucking horny, did so, pumping deep and hard into the woman and rocking back and forth herself to feel the dildos fucking inside of herself. The most important of the men stood in front of Brenda, one leg either side of her arms. He undid his trousers and held his cock out toward her mouth. Brenda hadn’t seen a man’s cock in months – it was large and erect and she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Behind her other men were tearing at her dress and she heard them complaining when they discovered the locked dildo harness. She then felt a hard Thwack! across her buttocks and realised they were whipping her with their belts. The man in front of her held her head tightly and thrust his cock into her throat. “Come on boys” her yelled. They grabbed her and dragged her across to one of the round tables. She was thrown on it naked, on her back, her arms and legs were spreadeagled and held tightly. The same man grabbed her head, now hanging upside down over the edge of the table and pushed his cock back in and fucked her throat. Two other men whipped her legs and her crotch and her breasts with their belts. After the first man spurted his come all over her face, another one took over. Brenda was greedy for their cocks and wished desperately that she could feel them fucking her cunt and her arse hard and fast. Still, a cock in her mouth was better than none at all and she licked and sucked and kissed his cock feverishly as much as she could before he thrust it inside her throat and began to pump away. She pumped her hips up and down to feel the the dildos and the clitoral exciter and an orgasm burst through her as the cock in her throat pumped sperm inside her. The board of governors continued to fuck her mouth and whip her with their belts across her breasts and legs and back and buttocks until they were drained. For their finale they released the hairy woman and had her sit on Brenda’s face. The huge, hairy cunt was still dripping all sorts of fluids, but Brenda seized on it hungrily and sucked and licked and teased her until she came with a scream, to the applause of the board.

23 October 2006

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you sneak home from work midmorning one day and get a msg just as you walk in the door. Not long now. You shed your clothes and crank the heating up so its cozy to just sneak around in your little red g and matching bra. I knock on the door with my cock hanging out of my fly until you release the latch and I burst in. We kiss passionately as we fall onto the couch. Once you have my pants down you gobble me up as I start to rub your sex with my foot. Its getting really hot now and the slurping noises from your lips just add to the tension, the urgency of the situation. Approaching my climax I push you away and tell you youve been bad. Very bad. I take your hand and pluck you from the floor. I follow you to your bedroom where you produce some silk scarves to serve your punishment. Sitting on the bed with your eyes low you hold the first scarf up for me to secure your ankle to one corner of the bed. Once this is done I suprise you by telling you to rollover. On your tummy now i secure your wrists and drag you hips up so your on your knees. I tease you a little running my fingertips over your body, tickling your mound every know and then to check how hot you are. Pulling your g to one side I start to lick your folds careful not to give you too much attention - youve been bad remember. Finally, after thinking your going to explode from the heat built up between your legs I plunge my tongue deep into you, massaging your clit while I start to plug your hot shaven sex with my two fingers. You pull on your wrist restraints trying to push back against my ever moving tongue - your unsecure leg flails about as you try and wriggle out of your binding. Your breaths are short and sharp now, panting for me to fuck you like the naughty girl you are. In time sweetheart in time. I take your sexy little toy and start to replace my tongue with its perfect shape. Kneeling beside you I dont actually insert the member, just keep it at your sopping entrance as you start to suck me hard again. The better and faster you take me the deeper I push the toy until youve almost taken the whole thing. Moving quickly I put the toy aside plunging my tool into you. Your tension on the wrist ties doubles as you fight to stop yourself crying out the noise inside you. A combination of sexual relief to finally have something pumping into you at the speed you require and also the building tension as for the second time this afternoon youre approaching orgasm. Youre backing into me now. You want to come, you want to feel that unique little feeling you get thats entirely yours. I too feel the need for release so continue to pump at a rythem we both struggle to keep pace with. The heat in you has cresended to a point where your about to cum. Cum for me I say. I too plant my seed deep within you. As we come down I untie you. We shower together and playfully soap eachothers funny bits. Clean and dressed we review our hoy little interlude.............a kiss on the lips and I'm gone.......

17 September 2006

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I am my Masters slave and submissive, he uses and abuses me in any way He wants, so lets make it clear that anything I write He has total right to do! I am a waitress from 10am til 5pm every weekday. Outside these times he owns me. I wear a leather collar with metal clips that states that I belong to Him. I wear the collar from the moment I walk in the door to the moment I leave. I am 18 and am 5’6”, C cup breasts and a skinny size 8, medium length blonde hair, besides that I have no hair anywhere else on my body! Master pays for my waxing every 2 weeks. I live with Master, and I have done this for 8 months (since my 18th birthday) he is 29, so therefore being in my position, He is older and wiser; I am never to question this! I will write about the day I proved my submission to my Master. Master got home after me (like usual) I was waiting for Him at the door, naked, as He likes me to be. He walked in, placed his bag on the floor, I said good evening to Him, He smiled at me, grabbed my arse firmly and kissed me roughly. He drove His tongue down my throat, He does that when He’s had a bad day, I knew that that would not be the only thing being forced down my throat that night and that I would have bruises in the morning. I thanked Him, put His coat on its wrack and fetched Him a beer. He sat down in His chair, I gave him the beer and he grabbed my cunt, painfully hard. I flinched at the shock. He started to drink, He pulled me down onto His lap. “Would you do anything for me?” He asked. Of course, I told him. He finished the rest of the beer while playing with my pussy then stood up rapidly, throwing me onto the floor. He placed the beer on the table, then grabbed me by the hair and dragged me to our bedroom. I squealed and crawled as fast as I could to keep up. He threw me onto the bed. He took off His clothes and stood, cock half erect, at the side of the bed. I crawled towards Him, He lent down and kissed me, softly. Then SLAP, the back of His hand went across the left side of my face. Ouch, it hurt, a lot! I gazed up at him, tears forming behind my eyes. Then I put His dick in my mouth, my wet mouth took all of Him, down to the back of my throat. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled it towards him, I gagged. He pulled my head back by my hair, SLAP, open hand went across the other side of my face. I looked up at him again, tears now in the front of my eyes. I had gagged, he hates it when I do that! I put Him back in my mouth, He pulled my head towards Him again, and I didn’t gag this time. And all was forgiven when he whispered “good girl” I smiled. He pushed me to the head of the bed and clipped the chain onto my collar. There I am, trapped, like a dog on a leash. He then put my mouth between His legs and I sucked on His hairless balls. He likes it when I do that! One thing He likes more, but I must admit I hate doing, is licking His arse. After sucking on His balls, He turned around and squatted on my face. His arse is right there in front of my mouth. I reluctantly lick it, for as long as He wants me to. I do dislike rimming Him, but He enjoys it and He is my Master, I have no choice. He gets up, goes to the cupboard and returns with handcuffs and a blindfold. He cuffs me by the wrists to the bed head and blindfolds me. I am defenseless! He kisses me, then moves down and bites my right nipple, He bites so hard it hurts I cry out, He enjoys hurting me, I'm happy when He’s happy. He goes to the draw in the bedside table and pulls out, what I find out are the elastics that are going around my upper thighs. They have clips on them, they get attached to the piercing on my vulva. So now when I spread my legs, my pussy will open up too. He then spreads my legs, my pussy feels the pulling sensation of the piercing being pulled apart, He rubs my pussy, I'm getting so wet, then He flicks my clitoris, the short, sharp pain runs through my crotch. He starts to fuck me, hard and passionless. He then gets up and tells me not to move. I tell him that I wont. I hear Him put on His clothes and leave. I'm lying here; hands tied above my head, blindfolded and with my legs apart like a whore. I guess I am a whore, at least that usually my title when I'm with Him. He does care for me though, would never let anyone hurt me or dishonor me. I mean He did invite me into His home, provides and cares for me, so long as I do everything He tells me. Not a bad deal if you ask me! But getting back to me lying here like this, no way! I close my legs to protect my shaven, wet pussy and ease the pressure of the piecing. I hear the door open about 10min later and I quickly open my legs again. I hear Him yelling down the hall, and then footsteps leaving the doorway, he’s leaving. I put my legs down and close them again. Then SMACK, His belt comes down across my nipples. I scream in pain and open my legs (automated reaction) I start to whimper. ‘I thought I told you not to move whore!” He yells, I plead that I didn’t move. He hits me again, this time in the crotch with the metal clip of the belt. My pussy has never been exposed to that sort of pain before! I scream and burst into tears, between sobs I apologize. I usually have to deal with a spanking when I've been bad, or Master has had a bad day or the odd slap in the face (when I deserve it, which is a lot I must say) but when He gets the belt out, I know I'm in trouble! Master removes my blindfold, I see Him, very angry and 7 men who I don’t know standing in a line. These men are the ugliest, meanest and sleaziest looking guys I've ever laid eyes on. They’re all between 30 and 60 and holding 2 beers each, I cringe at the thought of having to look at them. He has something in store for me that I'm not going to like! Master undresses again and unchains my collar. He opens my legs to reveal a swollen (due in part to my horniness) and battered pussy, then starts to fuck me. He turns me around, so I'm facing the 7 strange men, lays me on my front and continues to fuck me. In the time He took to fuck me, the men finished both of their beers. He came inside my aching pussy. I start to cry again, I know He’s going to make me His whore, and have me fuck those men. Master tells me not to cry. “They’re a test” He says. I'm ordered to suck on all their cocks. I feel tears coming up again. They’re dicks taste foul and I hate it, but Master sits and watches me be his little slut as I suck off these disgusting men. After I finish off the 7th guy, who’s old, smelly and sleazy, I crawl to Master to ask if I was good. He calls me a whore and a pig I'm heartbroken. The first guy says he needs to piss. Master tells him that that is what I am here for. I felt ill, He looks down at me and I cry again. I hate piss, it's disgusting as a shower or consumption, it's revolting, I only drink Masters urine because He is my Master. I crawl to the first guy and put my lips around his cock. His piss is warm, bitter and it’s flowing fast, it makes me feel ill again. It's awful but I drink it and then do the same for the other 6. Master dresses and tells me to wash my mouth. I do that. I return, the men are still there, I tell Him that I need to pee, and after swallowing 7 loads of cum and piss I need to go. He allows me but I have to do it in a bowl, in front of the men. He puts the bowl in front of the 7 men. I feel so humiliated. I squat and piss. Nearly a liter comes out of me. I finish and look down at the golden fluid I had just expelled. Master tells me I have one more task to complete the test, lap up my own urine like a cat would its milk. I feel embarrassed and humiliated and like a cheap whore. I guess that’s what makes me appealing to my Master. I do, I gag twice, and I receive a kick in the arse for my fuck ups. Master wore his boots, it hurts me so much when He kicks me with those. The men left after the show. I washed my mouth again and took a shower. I had passed the test; I proved that my Master is truly my Master, that he owns me. He went down on me for an hour, His tongue is amazing and I came 20 times, it’s a reward for my good effort and obedience. You see, it was worth it in the end. No pain, no gain. When we got to the lounge, Master was holding a drink and pacing around something that looked like it was used to inflict pain. “Hello my 2 lovely whores, oh, my mistake, my slave and new whore! Whore…” I guess we didn’t have names any more, just titles, degrading ones at that. “Come over here.” He finished. I let go of Emma’s hand and walked over to Him. My legs a little weak due to being tied down for a few days, it didn’t matter. He grabbed me by the hair on the back of my head and bought me to my knees. He pulled my head back and forced me to look at Him. “So slave, is she clean? You were in there for a long time. The whore looks clean.” Well I'm glad He noticed. “Well Master, her skin is clean, but her mind and everything else is filthy!” Emma said, hands behind her back and staring at the floor. “is that true whore?” he asked me, pulling at my hair. That should have been an indication, but stupid me said that she had lied. He threw me across the floor and I landed far from gracefully. Then he followed and yanked me up by my hair. “So you’re calling my slave a liar are you?” he yelled aggressively. I noticed that Emma cowered instead of helping her sister. “No, that’s not what I meant.” I replied, he threw me onto the large wooden piece he had in the centre of the room. It hurt, I found out how much pain it would inflict on me. “So now you’re contradicting yourself!” He yelled. Then He put my wrists into leather cuffs that stretched arms, one over each side. My legs He cuffed at the knees and ankles. So I was straddling a large wooden box, with leather on the top, for my comfort maybe. I was strapped in a position of being on all fours, but I was stuck there. My body was a little longer than the furniture I was trapped on, my pussy was open and in full access to anyone. “Slave” He yelled “get your skanky arse over here.” They stood in front of me and made out. There was not on 1 piece of her body He didn’t touch. He sent around behind me and ordered her to lick me out and rim me. Emma did this very well. Master stood in front of me. Unzipped His pants and put His dick in my mouth. He started to fuck my face hard, not worrying that I was chocking. Meanwhile Emma was licking and sucking my pussy like a pro. She also put her tongue as far up my arse as she could. It felt pretty hot! It made me momentarily forget about the pounding my mouth was getting from Master’s dick. He told Emma to stop and she did instantly. “Make your tongue wet and lick her arse, make it wet.” Master told her, she did, it felt really good! I couldn’t see, but I felt Him push her away. Then I felt His dick poke at my arse. “No!” I stated. Id never done anal before, I thought it would hurt because Master is so rough with me. “What?” Master asked. “You’re my submissive, you’re my whore, if I wanna fuck you, I will!” He said and shoved His dick into my arse. I screamed in pain. He kept going in, out, in, out as far as He could, which was all the way! It hurt so much, I kept screaming but no one cared. He came, withdrew and came around to my face, I was crying, He shoved His dick in my mouth again. I didn’t like the taste but I sucked anyway. “Welcome to your life” He said. Took His now clean dick out of my mouth and walked off. Emma came and sat in front of me; she kissed me and wiped the tears from my face. “Well done Viv. You did very well, we need to work on your taking anal skills, but you’ve proven yourself! Im proud of you!” she said with a kiss. I felt warm inside, no one had ever been proud of me, but my sister was. I smiled at her. “Thank you Emma.” I whispered. Emma walked around me and took a look at my holes. She put a lubed finger in my arse I flinched. “You’re bleeding a bit Vivian. I’ll have to cater for all the anal fantasies for the next few weeks, that’s ok hun, I like it!” she said, came back and kissed me again. “I’m gonna find out what Master wants to do with you.” She said and left me tied there, bleeding. She came back into the room soon after. “He wants find your pain threshold! I get to choose the whip or paddle! Which one?” she asked. She sounded delighted. “Which hurts more?” I asked. I had never done this kind of thing before. “You need to decide that babe! I’d go the whips, paddles He can only use on your arse, pain is inflicted on a smaller area, its painful and loud” she reassured me. I chose the whip. There were a few to choose from, crop whip, cat whip, short, long, flat, rounded. Emma showed me the one she chose. The leather was a metre long, flat and about a centimetre thick. Master walked in, cracked His knuckles and spanked Emma really hard. He took the whip from her hand and walked around me, stood behind me and cracked the leather over my back. I screamed in shock, then pain, then another across my lower back. Then on my arse, left then right then my arse hole, which was already in pain from the fucking He gave me! I screamed and burst into tears. He whipped my arse and the hole for about 10min, then gave it to Emma and told her to clean the blood off it. She did, then untied me, stroked my back and arse, the sensation stung me. I then was told to go to bed, the basket at the foot of Master’s bed. I laid on my front, my back and the welts on my arse hurt too much to lie on. The next few days weren’t much better.

6 August 2006

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My submissiveness wants me to have this world of immense beauty. She wants me to be appreciated as a creature of high sensuality whilst kneeling seeming humble. My submissiveness is proud- she knows she is working hard to please and to look good. She realises that her esteem only rises when she pleases, delights and edifies her Lord. She dies inside when she is incorrect- her pride is to do well. To be spoken to, looked at, or noticed for a faux pas by her Lord is a shameful thing, and punishment by her Lord for these things is a lesson both devastating and learnt well. To be forgiven and have her shoulder touched whilst kneeling, and her face raised up by His hand brings the light back into her world again. My submissiveness wants all the sensory, erotic delights of submission. She wants the mindset as she enters the room and sees Him. She wants Him to look at her and feel dark hunger. She wants the firm hand holding her wrist as He ties her for sensating, the strong grip guiding her to correct position, and the understanding of Him as to what she needs, desires and denies. She wants to feel the heaviness of the marks as she is fucked hard because she has pleased and aroused Him with what she so secretly desires and with her acceptance of His usage of her body for His pleasure. She feels the kiss of the hand/crop, the touch of the restraints, as a form of Love and Need. She trusts that she will not be soul-harmed and her thoughts respected. She sees that when the time is taken- she is appreciated for what she is, and delight is taken in this and effort is made to excel further. Her marks are marks of Pride. She looks at them and watches time take them away- and waits for the next time. Submission is psycho-sexual and a state of control. . The slave in me. The slave in me wants someone to take all of this away and to just BE. She wants to please unthinkingly. She wants the state of mind-cleanliness that gives no room for thought- only primal impulse. She wants the strength of will that allows Him to protect, treasure and rule her world, knowing that what He says is RIGHT, and the courage to not fear His choice as one of suppression of persona or ugliness of soul. She wants to serve without wondering why she is doing it, or awkwardness in doing it- and fighting it. Instinctively. Gracefully. Femininely. The slave in me knows she is nothing to Him, yet everything to Him, as He has accepted her. She knows she is valueless and choiceless. She knows she is His joy. She knows that her words account minimally and her actions are telling. She knows that her Prime Directive is her Lord. Her only pleasure is His. Her only needs are His. The slave in me wants to be her Lord’s possession- and fears it terribly. Slavery is mental- and there is NO control. . Upon consideration, no- submission and slavery cannot be balanced. Submission gives the drive to slavery. Within slavery is always the submissive urge. The hope of pleasing etc, but in slavery you will not be thanked or pleased for it. In slavery you do not expect to be thanked, though you will most of the time. Sometimes you won't and you aren't bothered that you weren't as it is how it is Meant To Be. . Submission is about me. Slavery is about Him. .

11 June 2006

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The story below is an account of a recent play session written by the Birthday girl that I know very very well, please understand all activities and pleasures are consentual....the majority is an actual account however there are a few bonus elements of fantasy...can you tell what is fact and what is fantasy? I hope you enjoy. Start: I walk out of the shower to find him lying on my bed, fully clothed with his cock out in his hand. I am ordered to suck it. I don’t need to be asked twice as I can’t wait to have him in my mouth. I love the taste of his cock and feeling him deep in my throat. After sucking his cock and feeling it get harder and harder in my mouth he orders me to put my collar on, I do as I am told. I then continue sucking on his hard delicious cock. After a while I am told to get up and sit on two pillows that he had previously placed on the bed. I sit on the pillows with my legs hanging over the side and he tells me to lay back. After laying back I hear him kneel between my legs and feel the warmth of his breath as his tongue starts to tease my pussy, running his tongue up and down and then inside me, then slowly working his way to my clit, mmmm oh yeah baby, I love the way he teases me by sliding over my pussy and then letting his tongue go wild on my clit, he slides his fingers inside me and moves them around while his tongue is flicking my clit, oh god, I can feel the waves of pleasure rush through my body and I know that it wont be long before I cum and my juices squirt. Its as if he reads my mind as he stops, he reaches out and places a blind fold on me and then flickers my clit with his tongue. I then feel him slide two cool objects into my wet pussy, and god it feels so good. He does something that makes the objects inside me, which I think are balls, move and oh yeah it feels amazing, I moan with pleasure and then I feel his tongue back on my clit at the same time tugging on the balls that are in my pussy. I don’t want him to stop but he does and tells me to lie there. I hear him get up and start to move around and do things around the room, I begin to get excited and I’m eager to find out what it is he has planned for me. Its my birthday in a few days and I know that what he has planned is part of my birthday present mmmm, I'm feeling spoilt. After a few minutes he comes over to me and helps me into a standing position and tells me to walk and trust him with where we are going. I am led out of the bedroom and around my house, turning me around and making me move in all different directions and after a while I become disorientated. He tells me to stop and then turns me around and he tells me to lift up my arms, which I do and he grabs my wrist and I feel him place something around it that secures my arm where it is, he then does the same to the other wrist. I’m now standing against a wall with my hands cuffed up high above my head. He places a clamp on my nipple and then takes it off and starts to suck and nibble my nipple, causing me to moan as he then reaches between my legs and tugs on the string causing the balls inside my pussy to rub against a spot inside me causing waves of pleasure mmm yeah. He then clamps my nipple again and pulls my hips as far away from the wall as possible so that I am outstretched, with my legs as far back as they will reach. He walks away and I make a cheeky comment and I am punished as he spanks me quite hard with something that I don’t recognize the feel of, oh my god it hurts but wow I love it to…. I’m told that if I want anymore that I have to say ‘yes please’, I’m tempted to not say it because it hurt more that I’ve been spanked before, but the other part of me wants more, so I say yes please and slap… owwwww he spanks me again, I moan and whimper as the pain is quite severe, I say yes please again and slap.. I’m spanked again…. I can’t stop the tears that are welling up in my eyes as I move up against the wall as if to escape the pain, he spanks me again and I can’t stop the tears now from falling, but the only fall as far as the blindfold as they are absorbed into it. I ask for it again, softly, not sure if I can cope with another, but deep inside I know I can take more than the 4 that I have taken. I am spanked again, and again I whimper in pain, I lean my head against the door trying to get my head around the pain, wanting more but not sure if I’ll be able to cope. He comes around and takes off the nipple clamp that he had left on my nipple and starts to suck and nibble on it.. mmmmm yeah, god how I love the way he does that, making me forget for the moment of the pain I have just experienced from the spanking. Then I get another spanking and again I fall toward the door in pain and whimper. I’m ordered to stand up and I do, he asks me if I am crying yet and I tell him that I am, he takes away the blindfold and I feel exposed and keep my eyes closed. I know that he wants to see me cry but I’m embarrassed also, I know my nose is running and I ask nicely for a tissue, thinking that he will get it and I hear him move to where they are, but then he says ‘no’, I’m shocked and now start to feel humiliated to have my nose run in full view for him to see, but I am told I am not allowed to have the tissue. I realise now that he is enjoying my humiliation. He then asks if I want anymore spankings and I do, as much as they hurt, I love the effect it has on me, and to know that he likes it also, so I say yes please and feel the wrath as he spanks me again and again, I wince as I see a shadow against the door of it coming and squeeze my eyes shut to keep it out. I plead for the mask, but am told that I can not have it back on, but I still plead and plead and after a few minutes he puts it back on me again. He then gently runs his hand over my hot red burning ass, soothing it and then he pushes himself against me, I feel his cock push up against me and I love the feel of it, mmmm I’m sure he can feel the heat from his handiwork. He then puts his hand between my legs and pulls on the string pulling one and then two balls out of my pussy. He then spreads my legs wide and slides his cock inside my soaking wet pussy, and he begins to fuck me, banging up against my pussy. I lean forward onto the wall and enjoy the pounding of his cock, hitting against my pleasure spot, mmmm making me moan in pleasure as he fucks me, his hands on my waist, pulling me to him. He then pulls out and moves away again and I don’t even have to ask for a spanking and he spanks me once and then twice and then again and again, oh my god, I can hardly stand the pain, I am leaning forward on the door and I can’t control the emotion well up inside me and I start to cry, tears running down my cheeks from under the blindfold, I am trying to escape the spanking by being as close to the door as possible but I realise I can’t so I just stand there crying and taking the spanking. I start to plead for him to stop, sobbing quietly asking him to stop and he does. He undoes my cuffs and then tells me I can take off the collar as he removes the blindfold, I stand there and ask him to please give me a tissue, and he does. We lay on the bed and I admire the cuff and the new whip that he has bought for me and then I admire the welts that are on my ass, amazing welts that no other spanking tool has provided. We are lying on the bed, under the covers and I can’t help myself as I slide myself down under the covers and run my tongue over his cock and down to his balls and begin to suck them into my mouth. I then run my tongue back up over his cock and slide my lips over it and slide him into my mouth. Yummy. I begin to suck the head of his cock, running my lips and tongue over his gland, hearing him moan hearing his pleasure I gently grip his cock in my hand, and begin to massage him, moving my mouth up over the head of his cock. I grasp him ever tighter and enjoy the hardness and thickness of him as my mouth waters over his cock. I begin to move faster sliding him deep into my mouth, I feel him hit the back of my throat as he lifts his hips and thrusts his cock deep into my throat, he moves quickly in and out of my throat moaning at the pleasure he is experiencing. I pull back and again enjoy the head of his cock as my lips slide up and down and my hand is massaging continuously over his cock. I move my body so that I can lift my leg over his head and I put my wet dripping pussy over his face, feeling his warm breath blow over me as he puts his hands on my red, hot and bruised ass and I feel the gentle flickers of his tongue on my tight ass hole, sending shivers down and over my body, he begins to tongue fuck my ass and I’m in ecstasy. He continues doing this as I am sliding my mouth and tongue up and over his cock, sucking him deep into my throat, and I feel his tongue slide up and into my pussy, feeling him rub his face against me as his tongue is deep inside me. He begins to nibble and flicker my clit with his tongue and I feel the unbelievable urges of ecstasy rush through me, I can’t hold onto or control the pure pleasure of the orgasm that rushes through my body and I feel the juices squirt from my pussy. I am moaning unbelievably and I can’t help the urge to place his huge thick cock inside my completely soaked pussy. I slide down over him until I feel the heat of his cock against me, rubbing my clit over his cock until I tilt myself back and slowly maneuver his cock inside my pussy, letting him enjoy the warmth of my pussy over his cock, he grabs my hips and moans with pleasure. I stay still enjoying the bigness of him inside me and then begin to grind my pussy against him. I start slowly and then can’t control myself as I grind faster and faster with his hands on my hips moving me oohhh yeah, oohh I moan with pleasure enjoying the waves of intense ecstasy that my pussy is feeling, I’m watching myself in the mirror moving against him and I know it wont be long before my pussy will explode and I’m moaning and he is moaning with me telling me to cum, to let him feel my hot juices run over his cock and then I can’t hold it any longer, I explode.. oh fuck yeah, god, oh yeah oooohhhh mmmmmm, I move slowly against him as the pleasure is almost paralising….. I’m lost in the moment, enjoying…. I move my hand down between his legs to feel his balls in my hand and begin to massage them. He orders me to get on all fours and I do as he asks and he slides his cock over my wet pussy and into my tight little ass hole and begins to fuck my ass with such intensity, oh fuck he feels so good in my tight ass, he reaches out and grabs my hair and pulls my head back so that I have to watch him fuck me in the mirror, I begin to fuck back against him and we fuck with such intensity. We are both moaning together and he is grunting and when I think he is going to cum, he pulls out and rams his massive cock into my pussy and pounds against me. I am barely able to contain the ecstasy that is racing through my body as his cock bangs again and again and again against my pleasure zone. He grabs my hips and pulls me against him and pounds in and out of me, causing my body to tremble as I cum again and again, I feel his cock is about to explode inside me but again he pulls out of me and pulls me by the hair until I am kneeling in front of him and he begins to jerk off in my face and then he arches his back and moans and grunts, as his cum juices are about to flow from his cock he reaches behind my head and slides his cock into my mouth, and lets all his cum fill my mouth, I wait until I know I have his full load in my mouth before I pull back and open my mouth, allowing it to flow from my mouth, over my chin, dripping down over my tits. He loves it, watching me as I then slide his cock back into my mouth and continue to gently suck him and run my tongue all over him until he has gone soft and I know he is completely exhausted. He leans down to me and runs his fingers over my tits, collecting his cum and then feeding it to me, my lips sucking ever last drop that he continues to feed me mmm yummy. He grabs hold of my tit, pulling me to him as he kisses me passionately, our tongues going wild together as we collapse on the bed exhausted and completely satisfied. I snuggle into him and feel his strong arm around me as we lie there and fall asleep. If you enjoyed the above..let us know..Im sure a positive response will encourage more postings. End. The referred to whip is a double length leather flogger, 30 inches in length, hand stitched and half inch thick..can provide an instant welt and excellent control. The balls were large latex covered duo eggs. cheers fivestarxxx

2 June 2006

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