Eosi’s Redemption

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- Francisco - 

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Francisco was hoping he hadn’t forgotten anything. The dress was still in the box, in the trunk of the car, he also remembered the shoes, the “fix-it” make-up case that Eosi had given him last night. And most important, the special bag. Yes it was all there, except for the bride. He was about to honk, but there she was, finally emerging from the beauty salon. She promptly got in the car, beaming with a great smile. 

- “Thank you for waiting!” she said as soon as she climbed in, planting a big friendly kiss on the unshaven burly cheek of her Mexican friend.

Her hair was smooth, wavy and her natural jet black color had a bright shine to it. She presented him the top of her slender fingers, her long nails were of a velvet shade of red. She wiggled her matching toes, there was a little something white on her big toenail.

- “Look, they even drew a little pair of hand-cuffs on!” She exclaimed proud of herself. “I told them it was an inside joke on the shackles of marriage!”

Francisco tried to look for himself but it was very small, all he could see was a white dot on her nail. He was going to nod, but what really caught his eyes was her skirt sliding up on her smooth tan thighs as she was raising her feet to show her toes.  He got a nice glimpse of her smooth shaven sex. She was not wearing anything under her skirt. He was not a subtle man, and he got caught looking immediately. He felt a bit ashamed. But instead of covering herself up like any girl would, she spread her legs a bit more, just enough for the old Mexican to get a full view.

- “I don’t mind if you look, you’ve been a good friend!” She said with the most gentle and friendly voice. ”And Master Hank said I had to be very nice to you!” She added with a wink.

She had been good to him too. Francisco still fondly remembered that day at the park, when she had sucked him off, swallowed his load and then cleaned his member with her soft tongue. She interrupted his thoughts:

- “But you should concentrate on the driving, you old perv!” She said in a cheeky tone. “In any case, you’re going to see a whole lot more than this very soon!”

* - *

They arrived at the church, parked and rushed inside. There was already a small crowd gathering on the courtyard of the old stone building. Not family and friends, they had very few of those. But given Eosi and Hank were now minor “crime” celebrities in town, they had attracted a number of curious onlookers. And of course the local media was present as well. 

As Francisco understood, it had been Hank and Eosi’s mutual decision to hold a public wedding, as one more way to take control of their life and show to the world they loved each other and wanted to be together. Anything to make sure that what happened to Hank would never happen again.

As soon as Francisco and Eosi stepped in the chruch, the priest directed them to a small room on the side.

- “The bride can change here. Hem… are we expecting any bridesmaids?”

Neither of them replied. They entered the changing room. Francisco was about to close the door when the priest stepped in.

- “No, no! I agreed to help with all special requests, including the arrangements in my crypt, but the deal was I get to watch it all, and this is included as well. I’ve been very clear on this with the  groom.”

Francisco hesitated, considering for a moment if he should just grab the clergyman by the collar and kick him out on his ass. But a man of god in his own church? And Hank had made a deal with him, so let’s not ruin the day, he thought. So he allowed the priest, a frail balding man with white hair, already dressed in his ceremonial  garb, to get in.

- “Muy bien Padre. But you stay in the corner, silencioso y tranquilo!”

The priest acquiesced, moved to the designated corner, and turned his eyes to the beautiful, thin asian girl in the room.

Francisco also turned to Eosi, and gave her a nod. He saw her spare a look of discomfort to the priest, she was obviously not enthusiastic about the old voyeur getting an eyeful of her getting ready. But Hank had made it clear that Francisco was in charge of the preparation. So she nodded back and started to undress. She slipped off her flip-flops, slid her skirt down her long legs and stepped out of it in a quick motion. She then pulled-off her t-shirt over her head. She was not wearing any underwear, her silhouette looked slender but as good as ever. As was her habit, she folded her clothes in a neat little stack, and turned back towards Francisco, who approved with a big smile and a friendly, if lusty look. 

- “Oh my god she did it!” the priest let slip, behind Francisco’s back.

Francisco immediately responded with a “Quiete Padre!” without even turning back, his eyes still sizing up Eosi’s naked body standing in front of him. It took him back to that time in the park, where he had strip-searched her, although manhandling was more how he remembered it, given he had ripped most of her clothes off. But seeing her willingly undress in front of him, and standing naked was a different feeling, more pleasurable and sexier in his opinion. He felt that except for the presence of the clergyman, she was enjoying the tease as well.

He unboxed the dress and laid it delicately on the desk. It was deep red, with intricate gold motifs, traditional Malaysian. There was a vest, and a headscarf, all matching the color and patterns of the dress. The shoes were wooden sandals but of a very refined manufacture, and the red open-toe top matched the dress design as well. 

- “Flaca, you’re truly going to be the most beautiful girl in the world today!”

Eosi responded with a genuine smile and even blushed a bit.

- “But first, we need to put on your special underwear…” 

Hank had said there would be a device that Eosi was to wear under her dress. Francisco pulled the contraption with metal and ropes from the bag. Whatever it was, it looked cruel to him and he let slip a “Puta Madre!”. The swearing got ignored by the priest, who was completely hypnotized by the display of full-frontal nudity.

If Eosi had smiled and blushed at the sight of the dress and Francisco’s compliment, it was a different emotion that appeared on her face. Her breathing had accelerated and she bit her lower lip in anticipation.

- “The first piece to put on would be the metal hook,” Eosi explained.

Francisco understood this must be the large stainless steel hook that looked like it belonged in a meat plant, except that where the pointed tip should have been, there was a large metal cube. It was welded onto the hook at one of its corners. It reminded him a bit of those Las Vegas dice.

- “This is a common implement for submissives, an ass hook,” Eosi explained, “except normally there is a ball instead of the cube. Hank and I had this one made specially for today, to make my day special. Could you please bring it closer?”

He moved it closer for her to examine, but instead she gently grabbed the hook with one hand, and guided it towards her mouth. Francisco, surprised, went with the motion. He watched her open her lips then close around the metal shape giving it a thorough slurp. 

- “This end will go inside my asshole. The edges and corners have been rounded a bit, but it will still be pretty uncomfortable.” Eosi continued casually, getting a wide-eyed look from Francisco and a repeated cough from the priest in the back. 

She turned around as to present her back at him, placed her hands against the wall and thrusted her rear-end up. 

- “The cube goes in and the rod goes up against my back” she added, in position.

Francisco bent towards the naked beauty’s bottom. Her slightly darker asshole was clearly visible between her firm ass cheeks. He hesitated for a moment, struck by how peculiar it was, that he was about to insert a strange metal object into his hot and naked friend’s asshole. She proceeded to place a hand on each cheek and to spread her buttocks, as a welcome. There was really no good reason to hold off. He placed the tip of the metal cube against the lovely girl’s tight hole and pressed, gently but strongly. It took some force and a few tries, the edges viciously digging in and pushing the poor girl’s orifice open, but finally it went in. Eosi had kept quiet the whole time but could not hold back a short shriek as the cube broke through and disappeared inside her. The next thing he heard was a grunt behind him, the priest was visibly fondling himself under his robe.

Eosi straightened herself up, the discomfort visible on her face, but kept her composure. Her breathing was more pronounced now, Francisco noticed her toned but small chest heaving up and down. 

- “The rope attached to the hook goes around my neck, two loops and the clip at the end of the rope locks back to the ring at the tip of the hook. But first you need to… Francisco Sir, may I ask you to grab the hook and lift it, it needs to be very tightly in.”

He thought it strange that she would call him Sir. Was it because he had started doing nasty things to her? She emitted a sharp “Aahhh” as Francisco gave a tug to the hook, despite him trying to control his strength and avoiding causing any more pain than necessary.

- “Thank you, oww… Francisco Sir.” She arched her back and pulled back her shoulder blades, pushing her chest forward. “Ok. The rope should force me into this posture, Sir may you please wrap it twice around my neck, tight enough so it pulls the hook up.”

Francisco got the idea, it was not meant for comfort, quite the opposite. Keeping the pull on the hook, he looped the rope around the girl’s slim neck, twice around and tensed it back to the metal loop, but he was coming maybe two inches short.

- “There’s not enough rope!” He complained.

- “There is enough,” she replied. “Sir may you please pull harder on the hook, and may you please pull the rope tighter around my neck… ooowww… ”

Francisco had put more of his strength into lifting the hook, to the point Eosi almost lost balance, and the metal rod disappeared further into the girl’s insides. She was not that heavy and the thought that he could have lifted her off the ground completely, if he had put all his force into it. He was surprised that this thought went through his mind at all, and he tried not to entertain it. Pulling further on the rope, there was just enough play for the clip to snap back onto the hook’s end loop. There was a *click* and Eosi was locked into an arched posture, there was not much room for play if she wanted air in her lungs and blood flow to her brains. 

Her breathing had gotten even shallower and her voice a bit fainter, with the rope tightening her throat. She looked almost entranced, Francisco was amazed to observe. The only times he had seen girls in this state of arousal was when he got them in bed, and only the ones who really liked him would pant like this. Despite the discomfort, this was clearly working for her… and he himself could feel the bulge growing in his pants.

- “Now the clamps” said Eosi, speaking with difficulty

She was referring to the two metal implements that were dangling from the same metal loop on the tip of the hook, the rope was clipped to. She continued 

-  “Each strap goes over my shoulder and they clamp onto my breasts… I will need to help you, I’m sorry my tits are very small.”

- “You have perfect pechos for your frame, miss Eosi!” Francisco replied with kindness.

Francisco did as instructed and pulled the straps over her shoulders. The clamps were metal. Maybe an inch and a half across, like those meant to hold a bundle of paper sheets together. After closer inspection he saw the jaws had been lined up with tacks, around ten of them on each side. He was in shock.

- “Dios Mio! Are the spikes really necessary?”

- “Yes. The clamps are going to be on for quite some time, so it will avoid cutting the blood flow. But you are right, it will be much more painful than without.”

Out of curiosity he opened one of the clamps, which took more force than he was expecting. He was reassured to realize the tip of the tacks were rather blunt.

Eosi grabbed each side of her left tit and pulled it forward as far as she could, offering her beautiful dark nipple and the stretched tender skin of her breast to the vicious clamp. 

- “Please Francisco Sir, may you clamp my breast?”

Francisco grabbed the jaws. He had to press with both hands to open it to the maximum. 

- “Are you sure Miss Eosi? This is gonna hurt a lot.”

- “Please sir…” she just replied “push it all the way to grab as much skin as you can…”

Francisco slid the implement around her soft teat, he managed to push it a good way past her small nipple, as directed. The metal closed and the spikes chewed the whole point of her tit.

She couldn’t hold a long wailing. “AAAAAAAmfffffff…” Francisco immediately put his hand on her mouth, muffling her shriek. He let go after she had calmed down. 

- “I’m sorry… aiiie… I’m so sorry it hurts a lot…” she apologized, as tears were pearling in the corner of her eyes.

-”I told you.” Francisco replied with a firm tone, “You can’t be loud like that, there are people, media people right outside! With all your troubles… ”

She apologized again, but she was clearly in pain. Her breathing was even harder, and her face was turning a shade of red.

- “We need to put on the other one, and tighten the straps.” she drew a difficult deep breath. “It will relieve some of the pressure from the rope on my neck” 

Francisco realized the idea behind the design. The clamps, besides being a vicious instrument of torture, would help take some of the load off the ass-hook and relieve at least a bit of the constriction on her neck. That would be at the price of the vicious spiked devices digging-in and stretching her breasts, so he wasn’t so sure how good of a deal that was. Maybe better to feel pain than stop breathing, he thought, rationalizing. He decided to proceed, however, he couldn’t risk having her screaming again. 

- “Padre, come here and help! Put your hand on her mouth. Don’t screw-up! If they hear her scream I will make you eat your prayer book!” 

The priest jumped onto the chance to participate, positioned himself right behind Eosi, and put on her mouth the very hand he was using to fondle himself. Even Francisco could smell the reek of an old man's crotch. And her nose was touching the dirty hand!

She took another difficult breath, through her nose sadly, and stretched her right breast this time, offering it to the powerful grip of the clamp. She screamed again but it was muffled effectively by the priest.

Before the priest let go, Francisco adjusted the clamp straps tight. The spikes dug further into her tender flesh and pulled her tits up, eliciting more muffled complaints, but the design did its job and did bring some relief to her tightened neck. The priest stepped back. She could breathe again, and she found it in herself to give Francisco a smile, even though tears were running down from her eyes.

- “Thank you Francisco Sir” she said, with a trembling voice. The pressure on her neck might have been alleviated, but those clamps were digging hard. 

Francisco caught her looking down and spotting the massive bulge in his pants. He felt somewhat guilty to be that aroused while working to bring her pain. It was not his idea of a good time with a beautiful girl like this, at least not what he thought it should be. Obviously his dick had a different opinion.

- “Master Hank said I could relieve you, Francisco sir, if you want me to. Would you like me to suck your cock?” 

She said it like it was an absolutely normal thing to say to a friend. And the way she was looking at him, she absolutely meant it. Hank had been very clear that by the time they were done fitting her in her bondage, Eosi would be ready to go like he wouldn't believe. And that as a true friend, Francisco was welcome to help himself. Eosi’s relation with Hank meant she was willing to do whatever he told her, including this.

Francisco still couldn't believe how much she looked turned in by her predicament. He moved his hand under her crotch, he wanted to check, out of curiosity he told himself. She welcomed him, slightly  spreading her thighs to give him easier access. And indeed she was wet, gushing, some juice was even dripping along her inner thigh. He was very tempted, but something felt wrong in his heart... 

- “I couldn’t do that to you miss Eosi, not like this, and not today on your wedding day…” 

As he brought his gooey fingers up, she approached her mouth and slowly, she cleaned them with her soft lips and tongue. She gave him a look, as she was still working on his fingers… Francisco was so close to giving in… he barely held. She saw his hesitation and gently backed off.

- “Thank you for everything. There will be another chance, later this evening, I hope you will let me, it will be my pleasure and my honor to reward a good friend.”

He gave her a warm look. 

Disrupting the chemistry, the priest found it appropriate to add: “Well god knows I could use some of that relief right now!”

It was only met by a dry “Shut-up Padre” from Francisco.

Finally, Francisco got Eosi inside her actual wedding dress. The vest was ample and the scarf covered enough that to the outsider’s eyes there was nothing suspicious at all. besides a bride with a perfect posture. And she looked absolutely gorgeous in her traditional dress.

* - *

It was a short ceremony. Francisco walked Eosi to the Altar, where Hank was waiting. Hank was donning a suit, all-white as a sign of a life renewed. The simplicity of it was complementary to Eosi's intricate gold and red garment. After giving up the bride, Francisco took his place beside Eosi, and on the other side Hank was supported by his witness John, the landlord and owner of Hank’s house. Both were fully aware of their way of life, and they knew Hank credited them for a large part in helping him restart a life.

The bride and groom said their vows, nothing out of the ordinary in front of the small crowd in the church. Finally, eye-to-eye, they kissed. It didn’t escape Francisco that, as Hank passed his hand on her back, he grabbed and gave a sharp pull to the rope. He saw her whole body contract, he imagined caught by surprise, before she pressed herself closer and gave him an even more intense kiss.

They walked down the aisle but instead of exiting the church they took a turn and entered another small room to the side, just below the church tower, which was located on the left side of the entrance. 

The priest signaled that there were refreshments served in the courtyard, the guests were welcome to partake. Francisco, John and himself would participate. But unfortunately the bride and groom wouldn't as they had other activities planned, and they wanted their privacy. The party lasted for a couple hours and as the night fell, finally the crowd disappeared.

The three of them got back inside, and as the priest locked the main church doors, they followed the same path to the left, where Hank and Eosi had exited the ceremony. Carefully, they went down a narrow flight of stairs into the church’s crypt. The room was lit by many candles, giving a strange, solemn but mysterious atmosphere. Eosi was naked, kneeling on the floor in the center of the room, next to a large stone altar. Her harness was still in place, and her back was arched, the kneeling position increasing the pull on the ropes and straps. A closer look revealed she was shaking, tears running down her cheeks and onto her chest. She had been in this position for the last two hours, simply enduring the torment, and her clamps had been in place for more than four hours now. Hank was bare chested, sitting on a wooden chair, basking in the silent suffering of his new wife. To Francisco he looked confident, in charge, while Eosi had to use all her resolve and focus to stay in position, putting her willing submission on full display.

* - *

Both John and Francisco made their way across the room, removing their jackets and shirts and tossing them to the side. They took place on chairs at the left and right of Hank, facing Eosi’s predicament. The Priest still in his garb sat in the back corner, out of the way to observe as had been agreed. In the semi darkness, surrounded by the flickering light of the candles, she looked like a maiden, about to be sacrificed in a dark, unholy ceremony. Hank spoke:

- ”Gentlemen, shall we begin?”

Francisco nodded, and so did John.

Hank got up and first addressed the newcomers:

- “My good friends, thank you very much for joining us for the real ceremony.”

Stepping closer to tower over Eosi, he got right to the point:

- “Eosi, today we are not celebrating the union of two beings. Instead we are celbrating the total submission of a slave to her master. Should I accept you as my slave, you will owe me total obedience in all circumstances. To you, my word is law. You are giving up any right to contradict, argue, defy and in general to take any action that would go against my will, in any way.”

He continued:

- “Eosi, do you promise to unquestionably submit to me and to obey my every command, each and every day, forever?”

The kneeling girl was drinking his words. With wide eyes, and through pain she replied:

- “I do, Master.”

- “I accept you as my permanent slave,” Hank answered.

He sat down in his chair and issued his first order

- “Slave, remove the hook from your asshole.”

Eosi sighed in relief and muttered a “Thank you Master.” As she reached her hands behind her back to unclip the rope, Hank interrupted her.

- “Did I tell you to unclip the rope?”

Francisco saw the shock appear on Eosi’s face. He was absolutely sure that twist hadn’t been discussed in advance. Her expression gradually gave place to visible anguish. Was it because she almost disobeyed her first order as a permanent slave? Or was it because she understood what her Master really wanted her to do? No matter, Hank seemed to enjoy the distress in her eyes.

- “No, Master, you did not. I am sorry Master.”

- “That’s right. Now remove the hook from your asshole, slave.”

Eosi tried spreading her legs and with two hands started to tug on the end rod of the hook resting against her lower back. But there was simply not enough play. All she did was constrict her neck further, which could quickly go from uncomfortable to really problematic. 

She tried multiple positions, but nothing worked. She finally got a bit of motion by arching her back even further, and she understood the solution likely lied in this direction. She got on her knees, her thighs slightly opened. She tilted her hips as far back as she could, and with her arms planted firmly on the floor, she tilted her head and shoulders up, inversely bending her back in an almost impossible way. She looked like a contortionist. With her right hand, she reached to the hook and attempted to slide it out of her rectum. It moved, but she realized that to get it out, she had to tilt it, which tensed-up the rope around her neck all over again. She shook and let out a rough yelp, as the tip of the hook started to press into her spine. Francisco remembered of her back injury, and gave a reprobating look to Hank. Hank did not care, he was fully focused on watching his new wife suffering through his ordeal.

Francisco felt sorry as he could see in her eyes that she was hitting a wall, and yet there was a determination not to fail her Master on the very evening of her pledge of submission. She bent her knees further to gain additional balance, and with both hands she grabbed and pulled on the hook. Under the pressure, her poor asshole was getting stretched up pulled by the metal. And as the rope tightened around her neck, her face was turning a darker shade of purple under the lack of air and blood flow. 

Francisco understood that it was a racing game now, if her brain lost oxygen first, then her arms would go limp and she would faint, the hook still inserted into her ass. But if she could pull hard enough before passing out, then it could work. From the corner of his eye, Francsico observed Hank pulling out what looked like the handle of a flip-knife from his pocket. An emergency rescue? Hank was fidgeting with the handle, well out of Eosi’s view. 

She had given everything for that pull, and to bear the metal corners and edges pushing her already stretched asshole even further. She forced and forced and finally the shiny cube popped out. She let out a dry cry as the geometric shape broke out of her, but her voice was muted by the ropes constricting her throat. She did not faint, but it was close. For a short moment, she blinked and looked lost.

Hank did not show any emotion after Eosi successfully got out of her ordeal, but Francisco saw him discreetly sliding the knife back in his pocket. He issued the next command without acknowledging her struggle and success.

- “You can undo the ropes and the straps now, slave. You may also remove the clamps from your tits.”

-”Yes Master, thank you Master.”

Eosi proceeded first by unclipping the ropes from the loop on the heavy hook. She put it aside and kneeled again, facing the three men. Her breasts were relieved from the pull of the ropes now freely dangling from the clamps. She took a breath, put both hands on the left one and pressed. What came out was a loud and high pitched scream.

- “Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!” 

Immediately she went into a fast heavy breathing mixed in with small wails. Francisco was fascinated to see how ther skin of her mashed tit was sticking to the metal points, while her chest was heaving up and down. She finally managed to pull the metal away. A sizable square at the end of her breast had been mauled flat, lined with a grid of red marks with deep point-sized indents in their center. There was no blood, it seemed the blunt tacks hadn’t broken the skin. Eosi couldn’t easily catch her breath or calm down, the pain must have been excruciating. Over time though, her intensity slowly subsided, and when she gathered enough courage back, she repeated the process with her right clamp. The same scream, the same wails echoed in the room. There was still no blood but there were more tears running down from her suffering eyes.

* - *

Sitting in his chair, bare chested, Francisco was trying to process the scene that had just unfolded in front of his eyes. His dear Asian friend had struggled to the point of almost strangling herself, to unlodge a vicious implement from her rectum. An implement that he had inserted into her ass himself. He couldn’t help but feel guilty at how incredibly erotic the whole scene had been. It didn’t hurt that he found her so beautiful, but there was more. She was so vulnerable and intense at the same time. He was truly wondering what was happening in that cute head of hers. When he looked into her eyes, he saw many things. Dedication, courage, intensity, an iron will, even if mixed with fear, anguish, hurt and sadness. And there was excitement and lust too.  But one thing was for sure, and that was his solace, what helped him overcome the guilt of feeling the bulge in his own pants, hers were not the eyes of a damsel in distress.

Hank got up from his chair, and he spoke again.

- “Francisco, John, I can’t thank you enough for having been there for me in times of need, and helping me live through those trying times. It is very much thanks to both of you that we are here today.” he recited from the bottom of his heart. “And I do in fact, speak for slave Eosi here, when I say she would like to thank you personally for all your help.”

Francisco waited for him to continue, but nothing came, and Hank was giving him a blank stare. Was he supposed to know what that meant? Hank added:

- “Slave, your next task is to please our friends here John and Francisco, if they wish of course, with the activity of their choice.” 

John’s mouth dropped in shock, but Francisco remembered Eosi’s words in the dressing room, along with her wet pussy, and the look in her eyes. His mind also floated to the blow job she had given him in the park, at a time he barely knew her. 

Now they had become friends, and it was clear she very much wanted to please him again. He made up his mind, he wouldn’t hesitate one second more. He got up from his chair, and exclaimed:

- “Well John, I will go first if you don’t mind! Hank, what a fine gift you offer, it’s really good to be your friend.”

He made a step towards the kneeling girl, looking at her over his large hair-covered belly. Eosi returned a wide smile to her dear friend, appearing like she forgot the lack of air, the searing pain in her chest, or the forcing of her asshole. He reached out a hand and helped her up.

- “I can’t believe how much you are into this sort of things, Flaca. You should be spanked for all the loco in your cabeza!” he started, jokingly.

He was going to continue but she interrupted:

- “Yes, Francisco Sir!”

He of course had meant she should be spanked figuratively, but before he could protest she had him sitting down on the edge of the stone Altar, and was bent over his lap, her small firm butt thrusted up, and she was holding-on to his lower leg with both hands for support.

- “You may punish the loco inside of me, Francisco Sir.” She said with a playful tone, drawing a smile from Hank as well.

She turned her head towards her Mexican friend and added in a hushing voice, that only he could hear: 

- “There is no need to hold back, you know. This is what I like…” she said with a kinky smile on her face.

Francisco hesitated for a minute, not sure what to do next. He hadn’t had it in his mind to punish the poor girl, but she was literally asking for it. Her slim and beautiful body was bent over his lap, her pretty ass begging to be spanked. He was sure she could feel the bulge of his pants pushing against her stomach. He certainly could feel her breathing abdomen pressing on his hard dick. And she was making no attempt to alleviate the contact. That’s it, he thought, a good old spanking couldn’t hurt the girl, and she sure needed some straightening up.

He swung his large hand up and sent it crashing on her toned ass, with a loud “CLAP!”. He must have forgotten himself with all the excitement, the hit came strong.

- "Aiiiiiiiiiiiieeee!” she screamed, as her slim body shook. 

“Did I over-do it?”, he thought. And then he realized his leg had bumped against her bruised tits as he coiled and swung his hand down. 

- “Oh perdon!! ” he said instinctively.

She turned to him one more time, sensing his hesitation, and added in a lascivious tone:

- “It’s ok, Francisco Sir. And you can hit harder still… I can take it.” 

It was hard to understand how she could ask for a stronger beating while tears were still pearling on her eyes. But the temptation was now too great. He let go of all his apprehensions, and thought maybe he started to understand what Hank liked in the girl. With a newfound resolve, he raised his arm once more and started to spank the Asian girl’s firm ass. She screamed, she cried and she moaned, until the final slap, the hardest, shook her whole body and made his leg jerk against her breasts one more time, eliciting a final cry of pain. He was done, and his cock was so erect it was going to break through his pants! Everytime he had slapped her, her firm belly’s skin had rubbed against his dick. The memory of the park was twirling in his mind, it’s all he wanted now to feel her the warm softness of her mouth around his glans..

Lost in his thoughts, she did not give him time to find the words. Right after catching her breath, she straightened herself up and sat on his lap facing him, her legs spread. Her face was just an inch from his. He could feel her soft breath on his face. The big horny Mexican man felt like a boy, about to be kissed by a girlfriend too hot for him.

She moved her hands down, undid his belt and jeans button, and he felt the soft touch of her slender fingers pulling his rock-hard member out of his pants. With her eyes locked into his, she muttered a soft “Thank you” and slipped her thin delicate tongue between his thick lips. Nimble but firm, she swirled inside his mouth. And on his lap, he felt the warm and very wet embrace of her softest parts grinding back and forth over the top of his pulsating member. If she kept it up, he was going to shoot his load right away. 

But it was as if she read his mind. She let herself slip down smoothly into a kneeling position while opening his legs, keeping the contact between her body and the tip of his cock, from her mound to her stomach, and her chest to her neck. And reaching her soft lips, she opened her mouth and swallowed his manhood whole.

This was night and day, compared to the blowjob in the park. Back then, she had been afraid, surprised and clumsy. But she was now loving and all giving. She took him down all the way to the shaft, sliding his tip inside her constricting throat, wanting him to enjoy every second. Francisco was in heaven. She actively licked, sucked and varied the pleasures. She even did not hesitate to gobble his very hairy balls and massage them with her tongue as she was caressing his erect rod with her hand. It was a long and sensual session. He felt his excitement build up to incredible heights, until he spurted a very large load in the warmth of her mouth, emitting a long, deep grunt. And she swallowed all of it. She stayed on him for a while, gently stroking his deflating organ with her tongue for a soft goodbye, and sending shivers of aftershocks all over his body.

Ecstatic, with his dick still out, Francisco helped Eosi up and gave her a big hug, wanting to say thank you and to congratulate her on her big day. However he triggered a scream of pain as her bruised breast pressed against his hairy chest. 

- “Oh sorry!” he said, visibly embarrassed. 

She did not hold it against him, and after taking a deep breath and bracing herself, she returned the hug pressing herself against him, and gave him one last kiss on the lips.

Francsico returned to his chair, and put his member back into his underwear. His gaze was still lost somewhere in this incredible experience.

* - *

- Hank - 

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Francisco looked over the moon, and Eosi was beaming after pleasing her good friend. She looked like she had all but forgotten the pain in her ass, the constriction of her neck and the stretching of her ass. Hank decided he had no problem with the reprieve. Afterall it was her day too and she should be allowed to enjoy it a little. Not too long, though. Turning his eye to John, he noticed the old man’s face was so red, it looked ready to burst. Hank couldn’t decide if it was from excitement or if he was simply ashamed of what he had in mind for Eosi.

- ”John, will you go?”  asked Hank.

- “I… hem well… I mmmhhhmmmhm”. He spoke so softly that Hank couldn’t hear.

- “Speak up my friend! We’re in good company, nobody will judge, and certainly not her.” he added.

- “I… I… I would like her to lick my asshole, and then I will piss on her face!” He finally spit it out, keeping his eyes turned to Hank, as if he was afraid to look at Eosi while enunciating his perverted ideas. Hank had no idea the old man was so keen on bodily functions.

- ”Yes John Sir, anything you wish” Eosi simply replied. 

She thought for a second, practically. 

- “Shall I kneel or lay down, Sir?”

He finally mustered the courage to look at her.

- “Lie down, please.”

She did lay down on the cold stone floor, flat on her back, arms along her body. John was old, was he still mobile enough for such acrobatics, Hank wondered? The old man slid down his pants and underwear, and now fully naked, he stepped over the girl. Facing her legs, he squatted… That is to say, he attempted to squat, his poor legs were giving signs of weakness. 

- “Hank, a bit of help please!”

- “Sure my friend” Hank lent a hand and helped the old man down. 

John could not really hold himself in balance, so his saggy ass came down crashing and landed on poor Eosi’s face. She grimaced as his knees bumped her damaged tits along the way. With difficulty, John found the force to adjust his seating so his asshole would be right over Eosi mouth. 

And as she was commanded, she started to poke at his aged sphincter with her tongue. John lifted his head, he quickly showed a look of intense pleasure on his face. At his age, it was not everyday one got rimmed by a beautiful asian girl! And then his head did a quick movement up, his mouth opened and he started moaning. Hank realized that Eosi had lifted her hand and started to stroke the old man’s wrinkled member. It was getting hard, the old man was still in shape. 

In shape but emotional, it looked. It didn’t take long for him to jizz on the girl’s abdomen while emitting a few cries of pleasure. 

- “Oh my god oh my god…. ow my back! Hank please! A hand again! Help me up!”

With some help, the old man got up and side stepped over her body, swearing both of pleasure and of joint pain. He turned his head back to the girl's slender shape, and to the little pools of white semen he had just left on her tan skin. 

- “You gotta eat my cum now…. lick it!”

She tilted her head up, and while maintaining eye contact, she swiped the first pool of the wrinkled ball's spunk with her fingers, brought it to her lips and with what looked like a forced languorous gesture, licked it off and swallowed.

- “Oh my god oh my god… yes... eat it all!” 

Eosi gave him a smile and finished to clean herself up. She then got on her knees. For a very brief moment, as she was getting up, Hank caught a glimpse of a disgusted expression on her face, but it was very fleeting, and was gone almost immediately. It was clear she was working hard to give a good time to old John and hide her disgust. Back on her knees she turned towards him, her hands flat on her thighs she said:

- “I’m ready John Sir”

- “Hold on a moment, it’s coming…  be nice and open your mouth will you?”

There it was, that look of disgust on Eosi’s face. But again she quickly got it under control and opened her mouth wide, her white teeth and tongue for all to see. 

The old man’s piss came in short bursts. It was thick and yellow, and had the smell of an unkept public toilet. She closed her eyes as soon as it hit her face, and the cool facade went away. She couldn’t stand it. She fought to keep her mouth open, but as soon as the stream hit her tongue she coughed and spasmed like she was going to belch. It took her time to manage her reaction, and Hank could see that she could barely keep it together. She finally opened her mouth again, unable to wipe the sickened look from her face. It took all her determination to go through with it and take it all. She winced again when some of the acidic liquid trickled down her squashed boobs. Some pins must have gone through the skin afterall, Hank thought, and he imagined that John’s piss wouldn’t help soothe that pain.

The intermittent streams kept coming for a long time. By the time it did, Eosi had swallowed a good part of it, but her body and hair were also soaked in the sticky fluid.

- “Thank you my girl,!” John said, “and my congratulations to you!”

He put his pants back on, and returned to his chair, content.

Hank got up once more, and addressed the room:

- “My friends, I thank you for sharing this moment with us. It looks like you both enjoyed… in some unusual ways” He was interrupted.

- “Oooh, aaah…” came from behind them. 

The priest was still fondling himself. Whatever was rocking his boat, the senior golden shower had brought him close to the edge. Hank looked at his slave. 

- ”Looks like desert is waiting for you!” he intimated her.

Eosi complied, not without an expression of protest.

- ”Yes, Master.”

She made her way to the back of the room, lifted the clergyman’s garb and without much ceremony, enclosed his rod between her lips. Soon, a weirdly high-pitched grunt signaled he had come in her mouth. She swallowed it as well, and as she was walking back to the center of the room, the priest muttered “Dirty whore…” Hank was going to shut him up, Francisco beat him to it:

- “Alight Padre, I think you had enough, and we’ve got enough of you. Time to get out!”

The man quickly scanned the room and evaluated his position. He could protest, but he already got his dick sucked, so was it worth the trouble? Getting out now was not a bad deal… and so he quickly adjusted his response.

- “Alright gentlemen, this will be it for me. Please lock-up when you leave.”

With this. Francisco walked him up the stairs, not before hearing Hank’s request:

- “Would you please bring back a bucket of water? John’s piss might be our holy friend’s cup of tea, but it isn’t mine.”

- “Si Senor!” answer the Mexican. 

He came back shortly after, and they cleaned-up poor Eosi. Hank did not allow her to rinse her mouth: “The lasting taste of the priest’s cum, John’s piss and the taste of his asshole will be a good reminder of your place in the world”, he had said with a smirk on his face.

With a clean and wet Eosi kneeling at his feet, his two friends sitting at his sides, and the man of god finally gone, he restarted his speech.

- “My friends, the slave in front of you will now prove her submission to me, by actions and not words. It will be brutal, this is not for the faint of heart. And it may not be your taste, so I will respect it if you would prefer to leave. However, this is who we are, and I will not hide it or pretend otherwise in front of the only people in the world I trust, my true friends in the room.” 

He meant John, and Francisco, but also Eosi, and she knew it.

- “I will stay” declared Francisco, promptly joined by John. 

- ”Then, let us begin.”

Hank’s body was tense with anticipation. He knew the intensity of what was going to unfold. It was their moment, finally, it was time to start.