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Jerry had not kept his promise to tie her however she wanted. What she
really wanted was to be tied hand and foot, to have the ropes winding tightly
around every part of her body, to be bound so thoroughly that she could not move
a muscle, could do nothing but lie there, helplessly pinioned, an immobile
object, for them to do with as they liked.
But Jerry had wanted her to be more active, so that she could continue
to pleasure them, he said, with her slut's body. But at least he had tied her
hands. At least she had that. She could feel the ropes binding her wrists,
pulling her arms behind her. She strained at them deliberately to feel how tight
they were, how useless her hands were to her. She moaned around Jerry's cock.
She was on her knees in front of the chair he was now sitting in, her
head in his lap as she sucked at his long, thick tool. The boy named George was
kneeling behind her, battering his twice-revived cock into her cunt. Larry was
lying on the floor with his head beneath her body, sucking on her full, dangling
breasts as she bent over.
"Sweet little slave," Jerry was saying, stroking her head as she moved
her mouth steadily up and down over the length of his prick. "Sweet little
cocksucking whore. I wish your fucking husband could see you now."
She shuddered, half with fear and half with unexpected excitement at the
thought of Tom seeing her like this. What would he do? She could imagine the
horror and disgust on his handsome, upright face. He would probably divorce her
immediately and never speak to her again. Oh, god, why must she betray him like
this?
"Suck harder, Susan," Jerry said.
She sucked harder, clasping her mouth tightly around him, taking the end
of his hefty prick down her throat. She had never sucked a cock before she met
Jerry, and now she was an expert. A cock-sucker. She pulled again at her bonds,
the sensation sending thrills through her, twisting her kneeling body. She heard
George groaning behind her, and then she felt his spunk jetting up into her
squirming cunt. After a moment he fell away from her.
Larry stopped sucking on her breasts and sat up. His cock was hard again
too, throbbing with eagerness. "Hey," he said, "I want to try out her asshole."
Susan felt a pang of apprehension as the blond youth took George's place
behind her, but she did not dare to take her mouth from Jerry's prick. Besides,
she could not object to anything they wanted to do. She was a slave. A
plaything. Let them take what they wanted, let them hurt her, make her suffer...
The breath came harder through her nostrils as she sucked. Hurt me... hurt me...
She felt the tip of Larry's cock pressing against the small, crinkled
opening of her anus. It felt huge. and then, with no further preparation, he
began to force it into her.
She cried out, the sound muffled by Jerry's flesh, as the marauding
prick made the first assault, painfully breaching the tight sphincter muscles.
She heard Jerry chuckle. Larry pushed on, ploughing his way slowly but
inexorably into her protesting anal passage, making her body stiffen with pain,
making her bound hands claw helplessly at the air, bringing tears of agony to
her eyes--and thrilling her, filling her with a dark, hopeless joy to the bottom
of her soul.
The stifled cries that now came continuously from her cock-stuffed mouth
contained more than pain, more than suffering. They were uncontrollable
expressions of her deepest passion, conveyors of the twisted, ecstatic
fulfillment which she could find only when she was like this, degraded, bound,
filled with pain... wonderful pain...
She heard Jerry's laughter turn into quick, harsh breathing, and felt
his hips twisting under her moaning, devouring mouth. Then his fingers were
tangled in her hair, and he was pulling her face from his quivering prick.
Holding her by her hair, he stared wildly down at her, her face just over his
jerking phallus.
"This is for you, Susan-slut," he panted. "Right in your face, slave.
Cocksucker. All over your fucking face...right... now! Now!! NOW!!"
And as Larry, with a last grunting thrust, buried the last inch of his
cock deep inside her agonizingly stretched ass, bringing a squall of pain from
her, Jerry's thick sperm shot from his straining cock and splashed into her
face, hitting her eyes and cheeks, going into her open mouth and up her
nostrils, spurting endlessly all over her twisted features.
Then at last he let go of her hair and she buried her head in his lap
again, but he pushed her away impatiently, and she was forced to rest her
forehead on the floor as Larry screwed himself back and forth in her burning
ass. Under the eyes of the other two grinning, chortling youths, she sobbed,
moaned and howled in torment and ecstasy as their friend pounded with
remorseless savagery at her bowed, tethered, tormented body.