Drugged Into Submission, page 17
"AAAggg," she cried softly as she went from empty to full in a second, her pussy shoved apart by his cock and feeling like Keith was trying to enter her womb with it. He never took her like this, but she kept her legs pulled up and her pussy opened to whatever brutality he wanted to inflict on her, feeling his cock begin to rhythmically fuck her hard and fast. He buffeted her body with his cock, driving in and out, her insides curling around his cock. He felt so much bigger then he ever did. She wasn't sure if it were her imagination or just the way he was taking her. She arched her ass up higher with each thrust, bone-jarring thrusts that felt like they would pierce her, but the rough fuck only excited her more. His hands were everywhere, starting with her breasts, cruel fingers digging into her flesh, pinching and twisting her aroused nipples until they felt like he was squeezing the blood from them. Then his hands slipped under her ass, slapping and pinching her flesh until she bounced around his cock and rode him just as hard as he rode her.
He did everything he never did to her before, pinching her breasts and nipples until her body shook, then going to work on her ass until she jerked against his powerful thrusts. "Cum now, Brooke," he ordered her, but not before one finger slid up her asshole painfully, a scream tore from her lips as she arched up and took his hard thrust until the head of his cock bruised her cervix.
His finger ripped into her dry asshole, hurting and driving her body up and his cock brutalized her pussy. It hurt the way he was taking her, but her clit was rubbed harshly against her wiry pubic hairs, his cock never stopping as it raced in and out of her pussy. She did as he ordered; cumming when she felt the first jet of cum bathed her battered insides. A second load of cum followed, his finger still twisting and turning inside her asshole, pushing painfully against the soft muscles. She continued to cum, flooding his cock with her juices as the cock swelled and jetted inside her. He stayed on top of her for a long time, finally pulling out his cock.
She wasn't finished yet. He had seen what she could do with the salesmen. "Put your legs down.
She thought he was through with her, but he climbed up her body, his balls dragging across her breasts and he kneeled on either side of her head. She didn't have to be told what to do when she felt his wet cock rubbed over her lips. She felt his cock begin to grow in her mouth as soon as the slick head slipped between her lips. Her tongue greeted the wet cock, her mouth flooded with the salty, thick juices that coated it. He began to rock his hips, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth, feeling it growing in arousal as her tongue went to work cleaning it of their cum.
Her hands were pinned next to her body, so he could use her mouth any way he desire, humping with his hips as her lips were pressed tightly around his shaft as he fucked her mouth as if it were her pussy. He didn't know how, but he came again in ten minutes, his cock never leaving her mouth, pushing so hard into her mouth that she gagged when he pushed in too deep. That only excited him more, finally cumming in her mouth, watching as her cheeks ballooned as he flooded her with his cum. He stroked her throat as he came again. "Swallow, Brooke. Swallow my cock," the words only exciting his depraved lust.
Her tongue was tired, but he never let her rest until her belly was filled with his cum. She had to clean it again, before he pulled his spit-drenched cock from her lips, leaving a trail of spit on her lips and a belly full of cum.
"I enjoyed your new talent, Brooke. I can't wait to see what else I can do to you." He got into bed and turned off the light. He felt her begin to get up, knowing she was going to clean up the cum between her legs. "Stay in bed." He wanted her to sleep with her pussy filled with his cum.
She did as he ordered, feeling him curled up against her ass cheeks, his cock's lust quenched by her pussy and mouth. She fell asleep instantly, feeling secure with Keith tucked up behind her.
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Keith woke up first, or he should say his cock woke up first. His hips were already moving, grinding his hard cock onto Brooke's lovely ass cheeks before he even opened his eyes. She wasn't awake any more then he was. He rolled her over slowly as to not to wake her, pulling the blanket off until she was laid out naked before him. He kneeled between her legs, pushing them back as his mouth began to explore her pussy. Not even last nights dried cum couldn't stop his tongue from exploring every intimate inch of her body.
She woke up with the familiar itch between her legs, but when her hand reached down to scratch it, they found Keith's head already working between her legs. His tongue was working its magic on her pussy, never feeling such a thing before as it swished and swirled in every crease and fold of her body as her juices flowed freely from every pore of her body. Although Keith had never licked her there before, he knew all the right spots, her legs spreading wide as his tongue pushed to a point and entered her pussy like a tiny cock, thrusting in and out. He kept her on edge, not sure why, never letting her cum when she was close, his tongue retreating to a new spot to begin anew, the pleasure building once again.
He spent so much time tonguing her, licking up her abundant juices as she began to grind her pussy against his face, her hands on his head, guiding him back and forth to give her the greatest pleasure. He allowed her that freedom, though he wouldn't let her cum, not yet. He finally flipped her over onto her belly, a disappointed look on her face, but he pushed her down, his hands smothering over her lovely full buttocks, spreading her legs apart. His fingers dug into her cheeks, pulling them apart like a ripe fruit until her tiny brown hole was revealed. He pushed his face between her cheeks, his tongue out and ready.
She was on her belly and spread, yet it didn't dawn on her, still the innocence not completely taken from her. It was when she felt his fingers prying apart her clenched buttocks did the realization come. She felt the wet tongue lathering up her crack, starting at the top and running over the tight knot of her anus. She arched up from the bed from the obscene touch, but it only aided him as the tongue lashed back and forth until she felt the spit cooling on her muscle. His nose pushed up and down her crack and then the tongue, pointed and hard began to force its way inside the tight ring of her anus. She could only lay there on her belly, her ass up in the air as he orally assaulted her most private place. He slapped her ass until she relaxed her muscles, finally feeling her anal ring stretching around the warm, slick tongue that wormed its way into her rectum like a warm animal. His fingers curled around her pussy and gripped her clit between two strong fingers, squeezing it until she thought it would burst. All the while, the hard tongue flicked in and out, her muscles going into uncontrollable spasms. It was only minutes before she came, this time while being tongued in a humiliating place. She didn't know whether it was the fingers or the humiliation that made her cum, but it all felt the same. She soaked the bed beneath her.
Keith lay in bed with her, both of them naked, the blankets thrown to the floor. "Are you okay with what happened to you here?"
She hated to admit it, but she was. "Yes, what about you? It feels like I cheated on you while you were away."
"I was with another girl in London, actually with her boyfriend and her. I think Michael might have had something to do with it." He waited to see her reaction, but she didn't look disappointed. "I do love your new sexual awakening. I hope you will continue this way."
"Michael and Stephen are very demanding men. Like you were last night and this morning. At first, I think it was the liquor and the drugs, but after a while, I think it was something else. They wouldn't let me be shy and hesitant. They made me do things to them. Shameful things. They forced themselves on me, taking me every perverse way they could imagine, but I never left. I let them do it the next day and the next until I enjoyed the degrading acts they committed on me." She stopped for a minute before she said anything else, trying to gauge Keith's reaction to her shameful secret. "Even with you home, I don't want it to end. I hope you can understand that."
Keith pushed her head down into his lap, until he felt her hot, wet mouth engulf the head of his cock. He pushed harder until he heard her choke. Her confession and his imagination on what they might have done to her had made him hard. He stroked her head as she sucked him hungrily. "It is only beginning Brooke," his mind already conjuring up the most perverse acts he could commit on her, with the help of Michael and Stephen. Not only would he enjoy his wife, but he would also further his career. After all, how could his bosses deny his advancement with their cocks in his wife?
CHAPTER 12
Bondage Can be So Confining
They all had breakfast together, but Hannah and Brooke went off while Keith met with Stephen and Michael in the library. Keith talked excitedly about what he had learned in London, Michael listening and nodding his head in agreement. They made plans for Keith to begin implementing his ideas in one of the factories in Manchester. If he was successful, they would be implemented in all the factories.
They joined the women for lunch, all of them chatting, but there was an underlining sexual tension that Michael could feel. He didn't know how Keith and Brooke's first night went, especially after seeing his wife suck off two salesperson. Neither mentioned anything but neither seemed to be embarrassed or ashamed.
"After dinner, Hannah," Michael instructed his wife. "Have Brooke ready. Do you think there will be a problem?"
Hannah smiled at Michael. "None, once I have her ready, its not like she will have any choice left."
"And Keith."
"I saw how excited he got watching his wife suck two stranger's cocks. He'll enjoy watching his wife put through the paces by you and the other men. It'll give him lots of ideas to submit his wife to once he gets her home. I can keep him interested while he watches." Hannah could feel her pussy getting wet. She enjoyed watching her husband with the young bride. He knew how to humiliate her and force her to perform. He had lots of practice with the other girls they had come through the house over the years.
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Dinner was long and leisurely. Gino joined them for dinner, Keith not understanding the meaning. Desert would be his wife, three men ready to partake of all her pleasure. After some scrumptious food and Charles had cleared the table, Hannah brought out the drugs. She brought out marijuana tonight, Keith and Brooke not hesitating to enjoy the acrid bite of the smoke, followed by the euphoric bliss that surrounded their brain. By time the third joint was finished, Gino led Brooke out of the room and Keith barely noticed, Hannah already stroking his thigh as he lay back on the couch and contemplated the universe, the drugs making him high.
Brooke didn't hesitate to leave with Gino, the drugs dulling her senses. All but her sexual senses, wanting to reach out and touch the bulge in his pants, but she hesitated as he led her down the hallway to one of the rooms. She knew she would soon get more cock then she probably wanted. The others would soon join them and Brooke would have to contend with three or four horny men with insatiable lust.
"In here." Gino opened the door.
There was only one thing in the room. A large bed, with scrolled headboard with a purple comforter. One wall was covered with a red satin drape from ceiling to floor. The other wall was a large glass mirror that shone back onto the bed. She knew she would be able to see her own reflection shining back from the bed, reflecting all the things the men would be doing to her or making her do to them. All the degrading things. Her pussy got wetter.
"Strip naked." The words were short and to the point.
That was bad enough, but she saw the purple rope in his hands and knew there was much more. Michael and Stephen had threatened to punish her, but she never contemplated this. Gino was going to tie her in the bed. She was sure of that. It was bad enough what they did to her when she wasn't bound. What could they be planning that required them to bind me tight and unable to stop them from inflicting whatever they wanted on my naked body?
Gino looked at her as she took off her clothes; a flush on her face as she slowly stripped naked for him, still a bit of shameful innocence in her. His cock grew as she shed the last of her clothes, standing there before him, naked, one hand over her breasts and one between her legs as if she could stop him from seeing what she had to offer. After all, he was holding the purple rope, running it through his fingers as he imagined it around her naked body. "Sit on the bed, your back against the headboard."
She got on the bed, but she drew her legs up almost to her chest, her thighs clenched tightly together, trying to hide her intimate charms from him as long as she could. Now she knew why the headboard was not against the wall.
"Put your hands behind the bed,"
Her back arched when he grabbed each wrist, feeling the soft purple rope looped around her wrist until he pulled it tight, the soft rope now digging painfully into her skin. He pulled one arm down, securing it the steel frame. Her other arm was pulled behind her and she found both of her arms bound to the headboard, her back arched provocatively to thrust her naked breasts out brazenly, her blonde hair caressing her naked breasts, but barely able to conceal them. She looked down, one of her nipples, hard and pointed peeking out from her blonde tresses. She felt the excitement of total surrender as she tugged on her bound wrists.
Michael and Stephen left the room without saying anything, Hannah's hand on Keith's cock, stroking it softly. He wasn't about to interrupt the pleasure. He got a perverse thrill that his boss's wife was masturbating him. It gave him a sense of power he never had before.
"Let's go." Hannah got up from the couch, the bulge in his pants testament to her skills.
He didn't ask where or why, his cock needing attention and hoping that Hannah would be a willing recipient. She led him down the hallway, entering the dark room, lit only by the lights from the other room shining through the glass window. He knew it was another one-way mirror, but his eyes were drawn to the purple bed with the naked blonde bound on it. His cock thickened when he eyed his naked wife, sitting on the bed, her wrists bound with purple ropes behind her. Her legs were coyly drawn up to hide her treasures, but her breasts peeked out provocatively from between her blonde hair. There were three men in the room, Gino, Michael and Stephen, all of them sporting massive erections. He felt Hannah move behind him, her hands slipping around his hips and the soft sound of his zipper sliding down. Her soft, warm hands fished out his cock until it was protruding in front of him. Keith did nothing as he watched the three men undress until they were naked, thick cocks bouncing in front of them as they eyed his bound and vulnerable wife on the bed. Hannah's hand gripped his shaft, her soft fingers tightening so nicely around his shaft and began to run up and down, squeezing tighter when it passed over the thick helmet.
"Spread you legs, Brooke. You mustn't hide that lovely pussy. Tonight you are going to experience something new. We are going to abuse that lovely body." He stroked his cock in excitement.
Even though she knew she shouldn't, Brooke couldn't deny them. It was a combination of drugs and desires that drove her. She didn't see Keith, but she was sure that he was probably behind the mirror, probably with Hannah sexually stimulating him as he watched. She hoped that he was excited as she was. It was the perverse knowledge that she was sexually bound to the bed and they were going to abuse her. She obeyed, her legs sliding along the silk sheets until her feel touched the opposite sides of the bed. Three naked men stroking their cocks were staring up between her legs at her wide-open pussy. She felt the rush of excitement. Michael was the first to move next to her.
"Keep your legs spread no matter what I do to you," he warned her.
Keith held his breath as Michael began to slap the inside of her thighs, moving from one side to the other until they both turned a vivid pink. He could see her muscles trembling, fighting the urge to close her legs and end the punishment, but Brooke struggled to obey no matter how much it was hurting her. He could see her lips clenched tight in pain.
It was obscene what he was asking her to do. Every fiber in her being said close her legs, but she struggled to keep them open even as he slapped her sensitive inner thighs. His slaps grew closer, able to feel the wind as his large hand blew by her opened pussy. She tried to shut the image from her mind, but she knew where this was heading as his slaps grew closer to her crotch. Would I be able to keep my legs spread so submissively if he struck her pussy? She knew that it was only a matter of time. The others were stroking their cocks in excitement as they watched Michael work on her thighs.
She jumped the first time his large palm touched her mound. He didn't slap her, but was more like he was cradling it. His fingers squeezed, one of them slipping between her slick lips, others grabbing her puffy lips and squeezing them tight. She couldn't help it. "MMMM," she moaned loudly, her ass rising up from the bed as he gripped her possessively between the legs. She looked down, his hand pulling away, but it only moved about six inches away, then it moved back. She braced for it, but it was more surprise than pain.
"SSSPLLAT." Michael's palm hit her directly on her mound, the sound of his hand hitting the wet flesh reverberating in the room. He loved the way it felt, her body unable to absorb all of it, the flesh of her lips smashed into her pelvic bone, driving her ass back down on the bed.
"EEEEWWWW," she cried out, hissing between her clenched lips. Even though she was expecting it, it still took her by surprise. It stung, ached, and felt good, all at the same time. No one had ever treated her like this before; men including her husband were always gentle with her. Michael's finger ran up and down her slit, but then his hand pulled away. She watched it move back and then it slapped between her legs a second time, this time harder. She bit her lip quenching her cry, but her hips drove her pussy up into the air as the large hand gripped her pussy, her lips tingling from the sharp slap.
