How long has it been since Lois made that entry!
Lois! I don't know whether I like their deciding to make entries FOR me In MY diary or not, but… not this time. It's me again. Tory. You know Tory, diary dear. She's the woman that grew out of that stupid child, Victoria Marie Oldenkamp.
Victoria Marie, like her parents, is dead.
There's just Tory, and it wasn't really Aunt Isobel that created Tory, but Erik.
Well, all right… Erik AND Miles, AND Lois.
Let's see. Write about today, and yesterday, or write about then, in the dungeon? Hmm. I may as well finish that up and pretend this diary's been kept up to date, I suppose. Let's see… It's been a while since the days… and nights… in what Lois called Erik's "dungeon". I guess it was a dungeon, at that. Or is.
Let me just sit here and think and pick up the narrative from where Lois left off. It may be a little skimpy in places, but it won't be skimpy in the S*E*X parts!
Well. So as Lois was saying: So they all went upstairs, leaving me lying there half asleep, deliciously sated and warm and cozy and happy, soft as a kitten, with my rectal passage full of Erik's semen. Full of it and leaking it; I felt it tickling its way out of me a few minutes after they went upstairs.
I lay there and began thinking, and I did a lot of it. Thinking. Then I got up and went back to the toilet in the rear of that dungeon. So much for Erik's seminal gift:fluuush!… and down the old drain. I returned to inspect my prison. A couple of chairs. A rollaway bed… looking at it made me shiver! Hooks in the walls, and rings, for chains and manacles. I did a lot of thinking while I explored, toying with a long, long whip I picked up, and I didn't even bother going up to try the door.
I tore up the sheet off the bed-I mean TORE it, all to RAGS, and made my self a sort of toga out of it. I thought it was also cute and appropriate to make myself a sort of belt out of a piece of rope. Then, holding the whip and a chunk of wood with a lo-o-ong needle imbedded in it, I started waiting for them to come back down. By then I had decided.
Of course I had loved it. I was admitting that to myself right then. It was glorious, feeling that big hot thing gliding in and out of my back, filling me all full, and then feeling it shoot hot juice into me, way up into my bowels. And then having his fingers on me, making me come to an explosive climax in just NO time, I was so stirred up. And Miles' hands and mouth had been more than lovely on my breasts, too.
But.
They had still made me a prisoner, and raped me, and none of it was with my consent or anything even approaching it.
Like it or not, good for you or not, if you're any kind of human being you don't take that sort of thing!
So I got the whip and the needle-mounted-in-a wooden-grip, and I went back into the little sort of hallway leading to the toilet, which was in a cubicle under the steps. I waited.
They sent her down with food. I felt very confident. I could certainly handle a girl! So I watched Lois descend the steps with the little basket of goodies for the prisoner, and when she had taken about ten steps, she stopped stock still. She'd seen I was not there.
She turned.
That's when I lashed out with that long whip! I had the satisfaction of seeing first dismay and shock, then pain on, her face when that long strip of thin leather cracked across her legs and spun twice around her, with loud slapslapslap! sounds.
"Ayaaa-a-aii-ayagghhh!"
Then I yanked the whip.
The basket went down and so did Lois. I was already rushing her. She was groaning, wriggling around, trying to get that tight-wrapped whip from around her shapely legs. It had coiled about them just above the tops of the high-heeled boots she wore, and again around her upper thighs. I rushed to the attack while she plucked at it, moaning.
"Say a word, one word," I gritted, staring viciously down at her, "and I'll stab this thing clear through one of those tight little boobs of yours. Yes, I know that's what it's for!"
Then I was hurt worse than I'd ever been hurt in my life.
The toe of her boot shot up; past my knees, past my long round thighs. It slammed into my crotch with an awful force that made my teeth clack together. Bright lights danced before my eyes. I was hurt too badly to scream. Eeeee-eee-eeeeeCH! I emitted that terrible gargling sound of agony and forgot everything else but clutching myself, through my sheet-toga. I staggered away, both hands on my vulva, and she scrambled up and kicked me again. In the bottom this time, driving the toe of her boot into the flesh. Unnnng-ng-ng-ggghh! I went to my knees, moaning and shaking my head in pain. She grabbed my shoulder, sort of twisting me half-around, and her knee came up under my thin. That snapped me to an upright kneeling position. Glk-lk-lk-lkhhh!! Just that quickly she danced around behind me. Her toe caught me in the small of the back, five inches above the swells of my rump. I gasped and grimaced, arching my back in, thrusting my chest helplessly out. I was in agony, and still unable to scream. Agony!
She jumped on my back. AU my breath left me in a whoooshing rush. I fell forward onto the stone floor, and again I saw dancing lights. The impact felt like someone had slammed a paddle straight into my breasts. And she was on my back, pressing me down, down against the floor, trying to crush me. What little breath I'd been able to draw was again forced out. Strong hands tore at my back. I heard my brand-new "clothing" rip. THAT idea certainly hadn't lasted long!
"Unh… mmmmm-mmm-mmm-mnnnn…!!"
Now I learned how vulnerable a very busty girl is! Such as being crushed flat on the floor, face down… breasts down! I felt them being smashed against the stone floor. It hurt. They were being squashed all out of shape, my lovely white love-gourds. Flattened to my chest and then crushed outward against my arms, crushed painfully flat and forced to seek haven for their mass beneath my arms, driven around to my sides as Lois exerted pressure, bouncing on my back.
And more pressure! I gasped, not even having enough breath to groan in my agony. And more pressure. And more. My breasts are going to pop, to burst like… balloons! Unhh! A ahh-hh-a ha ha hhhhh!! Futilely I tried to free myself. My face was purpling hotly. My tongue slid out in search for air. A-a-a-anh… kk-k-kkk-a-a-a…! The stone floor sent lancets of pain shooting up into my chest from the squashed hemispheres of my bosom. But she had my arms pinned to my sides with her strong, booted legs. The bright lights winked before my eyes… and winked out!
That is the whole great big story of my heroic attempt to show them a thing or two!
When I awoke, I was bound in a kneeling position in a chair, facing its back. The top of its high wooden back gouged upward into the soft undersides of my poor naked breasts, hurting them… and they were already sore! I didn't know who was behind me. I was bound, and before me stood Lois, smiling nastily at me. My only consolation, a tiny one, was that she was wearing red welts across her thighs from where I had gotten in one brief half-inning with that whip.
"She's awake," Lois said.
Instantly hands slapped down onto my buttocks, hard. Miles? Erik? I didn't know. I couldn't even twist my head around to see.
I could only feel… as he leaned forward to insert himself carefully between my bare buttocks, thrust out because of my kneeling position. He nosed his big digger into the… again… helplessly exposed anal hole. This time it was without preparation, and it was rough and hard. Unnn-ggg-ghhh… tearing me… got to rela-a-a-a-axxxx-ah… ah! My writhing hindcheeks churned in his hands as I groaned and tried to escape. Unhh!Nngh!! My soft rectal canal tightened helplessly, automatically around the swollen rod of flesh he jammed into it. It was like being stabbed, and I screamed. But he was still, waiting back there, gripping my flanks. Waiting for further lessening of pressure around his entrenched penis when the warm, yielding rectal walls accustomed themselves to the throbbing invader.
I didn't think they ever would. The pain was like fire, a fiery knife cramming into my vitals. I strained, and my sound of pain was long and terribly muted, not at all loud, throaty.
Aaaarrrrg-g-ggghhh-h-h-hhhnnnhhh…
But I expanded. Slowly, slowly he eased himself back out of me, sending a marvelous sensation of impossibly hot tightness flaring through the shaft of his sex; I knew that from his gasping little sigh. I trembled. I squeezed. My rectal passage contracted tightly, seeking to squeeze and force him out. I bore down.
Mmmffm-m-m-m-mmm… aah… ah!
He would not leave. He left only the fat glans implanted in me, stroking my hips and pressuring the flesh as he might have tried to calm a frightened animal. That's what you are Tory, I told myself. Now loosen up. You're tied. You've been naughty. It will only be agony if you don't loosen up, relax, and take it. Maybe it'll become nice again, like last time. That was a delightful thought, and a hopeful little twinge of excitement rippled way down in my belly. Just that thought: last time… made my belly quiver and my virginal little quim got wet, all in a rush.
Trembling, I relaxed. Then I made a tentative movement. He remained still, caressing and caressing, coaxing me into relaxation and acceptance. And then… and then it happened to me! I was powerless to resist, not only him, but ME!
I wanted very much to be rammed and reamed and fucked in the ass just as I had been less than an hour before!
I thrust backward, hurting my soft breasts on the chairback; they were sort of draped over the top of its high back. No boobs as big as mine stick straight out, after all! I know I made fire race through his body at the contact of my soft white rear cheeks with his pelvis. It jumped fire into me! Unnn-n-n-n-n-ngh!! My own action impaled me, jamming his rigid shaft way up in the tightly constricting tunnel of my writhing back. I felt his hands tighten as he again steeled himself, shuddering a little in his strong-willed determination to remain still. He felt the spasm that convulsed and shook me, squeezing him all along the hot throbbing pulsing length of his cock where it was fervently gripped within my tight rear hole.
I wiggled my hips, again tentatively, like a beginning whore. (Hmmm. So… so I was.) Then I gave him the thrill of triumph that took his breath away: I used my kneeling legs to jack me forward until he was half out of me… and thrust myself backward again!
He groaned. I felt him shiver against me. His fingers were leaving furrows in the quivery cheeks of my rear-globes.
The great bludgeon of his sexual organ felt as if it were trying to squirm and push its way all the way up into my tight-coiled intestines and ream and straighten them out. I encouraged him with an ecstatic writhing of my hips, pumping them hard, screwing myself on him.
Oh God, God-d-d, I thought, and I thought a finger was good! I could go through life on my hands and knees with a man's dick way way way up in my ba-a-a-a-a-acck!
His hands on me sent tremors of delight through my glowing body. I panted, squirming back against him, caressing his furry groin with the softness of my hind-cheeks. I could not prevent the delighted little groans that gurgled up from my throat. Nnnngh! Uhh-h-h-h! Ah! AAH-nnn-nnngh!
I whimpered as he withdrew it, nearly all the way out of me. I waved my hips again, so that the silken curves of my rump were a caress over his thighs and throbbing groin. He thrust back into me, deep and deep, deep, until I opened my mouth and rolled my eyes down to see if that red-knobbed morsel that tipped his penis would come out. I felt the slap of the furry little container of his liquid lust; it rapped repeatedly into my fleecy, sweat-slick loins. I knew that the firm resilient demiglobes of my behind were splayed out on either side of his plunging pile driver.
His hands gripped those quivering cheeks-my cheeks!-with a careless, strength that made his fingers sink into the tautly muscular flesh, furrowing it as he… dare I say it? I will say it!-as he fucked me with volcanic force. Yes, that is exactly the proper word. He was fucking me, fucking me, fucking fucking me in the ass. And I was loving and loving and lo-o-o-vv-i-n-n-gg it!
The snugging confines squeezed and milked his hard driving shaft, slipping softly, warmly, lovingly along its slick length. I was reluctant to accept each partial withdrawal. I needn't have been; he always came surging back, tunneling mercilessly to thrust ever wider the gulf between the resilient moons of my posterior.
I began to groan and grunt and mutter, almost humming, helplessly loving it all. Mmmmm-m-m-m-m-mmmm! I was pulling, pushing, gyrating, milking his inflexible root in my desperate attempts to impale myself to the eyeteeth. Uh! Uhhh! Umnnh! Eeewww ooohhh! The tender tissues within the confining channel of my back were wet now, wet and flowing easily with his deep thrusts and long swift withdrawals. His hands grasped my buttocks and pulled, almost savagely, and I cried out aloud:
"A-a-a-a-annnnnggg-g-gg-gghhh-hhh-ahhhh!"
The flesh of the jerking globes he held so firmly quivered and squirmed in response. Desperately I tried to ram my own vulva against the back of the chair, seeking some clitoral attention. I failed, and only his hands on me kept me from tipping the chair over, forward. I knew that he would soon burst in me with the force of a cannon, and I wished sincerely, desperately, savagely that I could join him in that delicious screaming explosion.
I did not. He drove on, plunging and grunting, slapping my flesh with his, rutting in me. He did not pause now until he erupted, sending hot jets in thick spurts that simmered up into my bowels like an enema from a beginning nurse. I tried to will myself open, to swallow it all up and absorb it in my bowels. Mmph… mmph… aaahhh!!
I shrieked out my delight when he did, and then I was grunting and hunching the chair, hurting my own delicate breast-flesh, begging and pleading for release, for a hand on my poor needy clitoris.
Then he walked around with his spent member dangling before him, wet and shiny and brown slimy, and I saw that it was… Miles!
I had now been buggered by both men. I was still a virgin, still Victorian, and yet I had been had, and twice, and by two different men!