God, what a wild scene! I came without being touched! I did!
We hurried downstairs to find Erik standing before her and slightly to one side. She had both to raise and twist her head to see him. She was awake, panting as she breathed hard, lying across those pillows.
"Here they are now," Erik said. "Now I must ask you again, darling neighbor. I…"
"You took away my pantieeees!" she wailed. "You made a bargain, and then you broke it! You've stripped me na-na-naked!" She ended that screaming accusation in quaking sobs. Her head fell forward onto the bed. She ceased squirming.
"We found you asleep in the bathroom with your precious panties around your knees," he said calmly. "You had fouled them. Naturally we see to the laundry of our guests."
"You… you put something in what I ate! Or in that wine! I know you did! You made me go to sleep! And… and… and I did not foul my… m… my…" she choked off into fresh sobs.
"Tory, Tory," he said softly, stroking his hand up and down the long silken line of her naked back. Each time he stopped just as the precious dimples where her back began to swell into those delicious round cheeks. They showed not one sign of the hard hand-whipping he had given them. Her flesh quivered under his touch.
"Tory, why be so childish? Now as I was about to say: I still want recompense for having my poor dear Lois followed, and for being spied upon. All I ask is what you know others have done before you, what you will and must eventually do."
She jerked her head back and forth in outraged helplessness and anguish, dampening the rumpled sheet with her tears. Her hair flew in blond clouds like silken fingers.
"No no no no no!" she cried.
Erik went conversationally on as though she had not interrupted.
"Your mouth," he said.
"Aaaggghhhh! No no no no!"
"… such a pretty soft mouth, so nice and wide, around my…"
"Oh Godohgodohg-o-o-o-od no! Never!"
"… around my cock," Erik finished, and she shivered violently.
She made a gargling throaty sound I won't try to reproduce here. Her lovely sleek-cheeked ass bounced up and down as she struggled to jerk herself free of the bed. Her thighs tensed and her calves hunched. Her shoulders and back rippled with her efforts.
"It's as if a man has the money to pay off a debt but won't," Erik explained, standing relentlessly over her and stroking her back. She tried to flinch it away from his hand, which was of course ridiculous and completely impossible.
"He is punished," Erik went on, "until he does. He goes to prison, perhaps. Well, you owe me a debt. I want payment in my coin. Be careful, Tory. Refuse and… you will be very sorry."
"I r-r-re-e-e-efu-u-uSE!"
"Then you're going to be whipped."
"Ohhh no, no no,o-o-o!"
"Then open wide for the entry of my lust." This time she made not a sound. Her lips were clamped firmly shut.
Erik aroused her from that still silence by the simple means of picking up the whip he had placed on the floor, out of her sight, and bringing it down onto her naked buttocks.
"Yeeeaaaaa!"
She shrieked and went taut, then sagged. Instantly a red line leaped into prominence across the soft white cheeks of her quivering rump.
He drew back the whip. Swi-i-i-i-ish! and spat! and the leather strap snapped again across her naked butt. She pleaded uselessly for mercy, jerked her body, shivered and writhed. The leather bracelets gouged into the skin of her arms as she tried to pull herself free.
"Miles," Erik said quietly, and drew back his lash again.
Miles went to one knee beside the bed and began to fondle and caress and gently palpate her naked, shimmying breasts as though he were her lover. She jerked her head back and forth. Tried to bite him. Moaned. Groaned. Raised her head and screamed.
Just as the scream died away, Erik struck again. With deliberate aim and cruelty, he made it slither across the very summits of both those defenseless hemispheres. The jerks and quivers of her body showed the waves of agony rolling through her. Her eyes stared brightly, unbelievingly, at nothing, as though she could not believe the degrading assaults on her helpless nakedness.
Erik's eyes and mine were fixed on the sinuous pistoning of the trembling ass she could not keep still. Her abdominal muscles rippled and her dangling naked globate breasts were shaking with her labored breathing.
Erik just flicked the whip at her tight-clenched buttocks. They were striped, quivering. His previous lashes had sensitized them to pain. He would not now numb them with further hard lashes, but snap his leather strap carefully to make sure she felt a blinding flash of pain each time he struck her tortured flesh.
She lay there sobbing and moaning, her eyes wide in a sort of horrified fascination, helpless to do anything about further desecrations of her helpless femininity. I knew the strain on her arms and legs was pure agony, that her backside, her whole body, throbbed and ached with pain.
Her breath gushed forth and she strove to flinch away from Miles carefully tender hands on the twin plump shapes of free-swinging, satiny flesh.
I wondered if she knew the nipples were erect.
From the lash? From Miles' tender ministrations? Or from the combination, cleverly devised by Erik to assail her with a combination of ambivalent feelings and emotions.
"I… will…!" she gasped, with her head limp against the bed. "I… I will…!! d-do… It…"
"Too late," Erik told her. "You missed your chance."
She wept like a baby. Yet tremors rippled through her body as Miles tenderly held and sucked one of her thick nipples.
Again Erik snapped the whip across her helplessly upthrust buttocks. She lurched, but did not cry out. Moans eased from her parted lips. Her eyes steadily leaked tears. Her thighs and tensed calves quivered and her fingers writhed and clutched.
Dropping the whip, Erik mounted the bed behind her, between her wide-stretched legs. Once again he tickled between her buttocks with his fingers. Desperately she clamped them together. He chuckled as strong muscles clamped his finger between soft hillocks that were incredibly firm.
She could not keep them tensed forever. They loosened, just a little, and he impaled her with a long middle finger. Slowly, kneeling there between the backs of her thighs and looking down at her red-striped rear-cheeks, he tickled his way into the smooth, slick channel of her anus. I saw the gristle-like head of his lust throb up, its dark head poised above the partially-spread moons of her rounded rump.
While impaling her delicate rear channel with the finger of one hand, he caressed the silky inner surfaces of her thighs with the other.
She lay helplessly prone, bound and propped up with her rump and soft vulva lasciviously proffered, and she moaned. She gasped and sucked in little whining breaths. Her fingers twitched and scrabbled at the metal legs of the bed.
Miles fondled and squeezed and sucked and licked her breasts.
Erik eased his finger slowly in and out of the smooth, yielding walls of that humid canal between her buttocks. And caressed the puckered lips of the other orifice, still sealed, that lay just below.
She sighed and writhed and shivered. None of the sounds or movements she made was of pain. Sibilant gasps sighed from her lips.
The soft ovals of her rump were red-wealed in several places where those initial hard blows with the whip had scored the tender flesh and bitten their way into it. The little lines on her white flesh were exciting, an intense erotic stimulant.
Erik slid one finger down the protruberant bulge of her tight-pressed lips, pushing so that it parted them. She tensed. He added pressure, sinking it deeper between silken soft folds. She groaned and tried, looking ridiculous, to crawl away from his hand. The bonds at her ankles held her firmly in place, her straight-drawn legs framing him. Staring down, he watched the first joint of his finger disappear into her. She grunted and chewed at the sheet.
"A barrier," he said. "The mark of a child not yet a woman. A barrier to adulthood, to men and their love. Shall I rupture it with one swift thrust of this finger?"
She was so still and tense that she quivered with the strain. She did not answer.
"Shall I take your silence as agreement, invitation?"
"Oh no, no. Please don't." Her voice was tiny, pleading. "Please don't. Don't rape me, don't, don't do it."
"I want you," he told her, and she shivered. "I want your body. I will have it. Shall it be in the normal place, smashing your silly maidenhead, or… here?" He wiggled the finger he held deeply entrenched in her soft anal canal.
She only sobbed, collapsing limply.
Erik knelt still behind her while I applied the lubricant to the broad purplish head of his tool. I stepped back, giving it a fond pat and thinking what a shame it was to waste it on this unappreciative and foolish little bitch!
His hands moved over her, caressing the lovely trembling hills of bar up-thrust rump, kneading and caressing the hemispheres of jelly-like flesh. Shivery little ripples passed through her parted buttocks.
It was hardly rape. Not only had both he and she invaded that soft secret grotto with their fingers, but I had lubricated his cock for him. I watched it slip into warm damp contact with the soft inner flesh of her crack, parting her buttocks a little more with its swollen head.
She trembled, but she made no sound.
It nosed up to touch the anal rosebud centered in the deep valley of shining pink. It began pushing against the tight outer ring of her ass.
There was ho place for her to go. She was stretched almost taut, and tied down. Her backside was propped high on three firm pillows, forming an invitation and an easy target. Watching, I began to fondle myself.
Miles continued to amuse both himself and her, loving her big pillowy boobies.
Erik reached down under her squirming rump with both hands to grip the soft mound of her cunt and lift her, tilting the sleek white globes upward just a bit more. Between the up-tilted globes his big, spiteful-looking penis eased as he leaned forward. Little wrinkles shot out, radiating out from the pink and tightly coiled hole when his prick pushed against it with increasing pressure.
She began to moan. She lay stiffly. Then she shuddered and her abdominal muscles contracted as she felt the hard shaft spreading open the lipless mouth of her rectum. Slowly, reluctantly, her soft tissues spread and opened to receive him. He was careful. Her pain was only minimal, not what it might have been had he plunged callously into her or entered without preparing her.
"Unh… hhh… ow-w-w… No… o-o-ohhh…"
He slid forward and down. Now he was spearing her helplessly up-turned ass and impaling, however, shallowly, the warm rubbery depths of her rectum. His arms quivered as he levered himself over her. She groaned shivering. Slowly, his cock slipped and slid into that straining sanctuary. Her inner sinews gave way before the steady and inescapable pressure. He worked his hard throbbing joint inexorably in, deeper and deeper into her luscious interior.
A long sigh escaped her throat and she went limp once more.
He sank forward to cushion his groin against the firm softness of her divided cheeks, holding himself within her for a moment. Letting her grow accustomed to it. Waiting for her anus to flower open in total flaccid submission and acceptance.
Pulling slowly, he eased it back out of her. She moaned, humping up her buttocks as if reluctant to let it go, fearing the pain of its withdrawal; But he did not pull the crown of it from her, and he pushed the long thick shaft again into her.
This time he did not stop until her buttocks flinched from his tickling pubic hair. He was firmly and deeply entrenched in her.
Then, with increasing fervor, he began to fuck her ass.
"Uh… unhh… unnhhh… ah… Uh… Ahhh… ummm…" A constant stream of groans and gasps flowed from her throat as he sawed into her.
There were four people present, and four people knew when it no longer burned her. Knew when she realized, with a strange sensation, that it was almost… nice! That it was… nice… that it was good… that he had won.
She… her bottom… her bottom wanted… she wanted it.
And even the thought brought the fluid raining down into her virginal pussy, the normal hollow of her body that Erik left sealed, ignored.
She began to move. Wagging her hips from side to side, she grunted and pushed with her bound hands against the bed's legs, leaning back and forth in movements that pulled him nearly all the way from her and then sank him in once more to the hilt of his fleshy sword. She was aware of his hands, gripping her more and more tightly. Of their hot sweatiness, slipping on her equally sweaty flanks. Of the ebullient expansion of his blood-gorged penis, deep within her back.
There was no longer any pain, none whatever.
Only delight and mounting desire and ecstasy.
"Ah… ah… AN!" the naked girl was grunting, moving beneath his driving body.
The swollen shaft thrust like a pile-driver into the moist crevice snuggled between her wide-spread buttocks. He had impaled her deeply, and now she had responded, and she was open to him, open and willing. He began to jerk his hips, wagging his as she did hers. Their movements ground his cock around within the deep cleavage of her ass.
There was a final expansion that made her gasp, a final lunge that seemed to push up against the bottom of her belly from within.
And then the storm came. A tidal wave of hot sticky semen rolled in, precipitated by she herself with her own tantalizing movements. It hurtled hot and wet up into her intestines, and she felt every jetting spurt and stream and drop of it. After he had shot his storm into her, she refused to release his emptied organ, keeping it securely clamped up her back with a tense locking of her muscles. Her thighs quivered with the strain.
His hand moved over her side, inward to the soft prominence of her genital bulge. He tickled his way through a golden copse of pubic hair. Found the pulsing little node of flesh just at the top of that long tight slit. He had not stroked it ten seconds when she came explosively, shuddering throughout her twitching body.
"A-a-a-a-hhhh yeeessssss!" she screamed, hot and wet and contracting in orgasmic ecstasy.
Slowly he eased his brown-streaked and limp prick from her back. She lay still, utterly limp, spent and sated and bathed in sensual afterglow. Miles had abandoned her thick-nippled breasts. I stood there biting my lip, dripping wet inside and hot and hating her and envying her with every screaming cell of my body.
Erik kissed each of her quivering ass-cheeks, gestured, and we released the cords that bound her to the bed. She lay still, snuggling down into the sheet when I pulled the pillows from beneath her.
"I… love… you…" she gasped out into the sheet, as the three of us returned upstairs.