Dungeon of Pleasure, page 19
“Please me with your ass, and I’ll leave you a virgin, Emily.”
“I’ll do what you want,” her voice was soft as she surrendered to this degrading act.
“Raise up your ass, Emily, and arch it backward. Open up for me,” he ordered her. “I’ll be gentle if you cooperate,” he reassured her.
The others gathered behind her as she did what he asked. She could feel her anus open up from the lewd position she was forced to get into. She felt his prick slide between her buttocks, and his hands pushed her cheeks together to trap his prick. He began to move his prick as she felt it slide up and down her sweat-drenched crack and over her anus. She couldn’t stop her buttocks from clenching and unclenching intensely.
Her body was tight, so his hand slipped beneath her and slid up her pussy until he found her clit. He began to work on it. He wanted her relaxed when he shoved his cock up her ass. He didn’t want to spend all his energy on trying to get his big cock in a tightened hole.
She might have cum already, but these men were experienced in arousing a woman. They knew just how and where to touch her. She began to get excited in spite of the fact she tried to resist. She couldn’t stop her lower body from moving against the finger, but it also made her backside slide along his trapped prick on her anus. It rubbed her in a place that she never expected to feel any pleasure, but he’d done things to it with his mouth and finger that made her feel pleasure in an unlikely place.
While one hand played with her clit, his other hand reached for one of her hanging breasts. He found the tip hard and throbbing as his finger played over it. Her breasts weren’t large, but they were more than ample, and he aroused her nipple with his fingers.
Now, she was being fondled on her breasts and pussy. He plucked at her nipple, and she couldn’t stop it from growing hard and aroused. When he squeezed the very tip, it wasn’t pain she felt but pleasure as the blood raced to the end and throbbed. Her pleasure button was sensitive when he first touched it, but it grew hard from his questing fingers. Her hips began to move more urgently, involuntarily humping back on the prick that was nestled between her cheeks. Her breathing became ragged.
Lewis reluctantly pulled his cock from between her buttocks. He slid it up her pussy from behind.
“Not there, you promised,” she cried out in anguish when she felt it on her pussy. She was relieved when he pushed it up and poked the head slightly into her anus. Automatically, her muscles tightened and trapped it before he could gain an inch.
As much as he pushed, she’d tightened her ass too much. “Do you want my cock in your pussy?” He threatened her once again.
Emily took a deep breath. She fought to relax her buttock muscles and arch up her backside. She pushed back onto his prick and felt her anus flourish open in surrender.
“Relax,” he gasped excitedly as he held the shaft of his cock from bending and thrust with his hips. He felt her tight anal ring slide over the head of his cock with such tightness and pleasure. Her muscles didn’t stop him until he got an inch of cock inside her ass.
“YYYYAAAWWWWW!” she howled out, her lips clenched tight and her eyes closed as she felt the unbearable pain lace through her backside. It was much bigger and harder than his finger. It felt unnatural to have something pushed into a hole that only had pushed out things before. But, she had no choice as she felt the unfamiliar thrust as she fought to keep her buttocks relaxed and open for this penetration.
“Oh, that is so good, Emily. Nice and tight. I want you to dance on my cock. Move your hips for me and give me my pleasure.” It was as though the head of his cock was trapped in a vise. Her muscles rippled over the head, but he was eager to push more of his cock into her ass, but he wanted her to do it. He wanted her full submission.
She cried softly in denial, but she began to move her buttocks. She rolled her hips all for the pleasure of the man that had the head of his prick wedged inside her rectum. When she pushed back onto his prick, she felt her anal ring stretch wider and swallow up more of his prick. It felt like a giant rock was shoved into her rectum, but this one moved as her muscles gripped and clenched onto it. It was as if she wasn’t doing this, it was someone else and she was watching from afar. His prick slid inside her, deeper each time she pushed back. His finger continued to rub her pleasure button, and when he pinched it, it forced her to push back on his demanding prick and take another inch inside her guts.
She rode him as he pushed with his hips. He looked down to see the tiny hole stretched around the shaft of his cock as she slowly swallowed inch after inch of his cock. He heard her soft gasps as he impaled her. It took long minutes before he was fully planted inside her bowels. He made his cock jerk. Then, he began to the slow withdrawal, feeling her elastics walls clasp his cock so firmly while her muscles rippled along like they danced on his cock.
It felt like her intestines were dragged out with his prick as he withdrew. She felt her anal ring stretch as it caught around the thick ridge of his prick. She thought she’d be free of his prick, but he thrust back in suddenly and she found her guts filled with his hard, demanding cock. It took her breath away as he filled her with his flesh.
“I love riding this tight ass,” Lewis cried out in such pleasure. He shoved all the way in again until his balls slapped against her flesh from behind. Fully impaled in her bowels, he made his cock dance in excitement to stretch her in ways she never expected. He let her do the moving again. “Make your hips move from side to side.” He wanted absolute pleasure from her.
She had to end this. It was a strange feeling that tingled through her body. His prick rubbed her in places that should never be touched from the outside. But, her anal ring sent tremors through her body when it slid back and forth over the shaft of his prick. She never expected that she’d feel every bump, ridge and vein on his prick as she did. His finger continued to stroke her pleasure button at the same time his prick stroked her backside. It was as if her pussy and backside were connected in pleasure. She began to move her hips from side to side, and she was met with a firm, contrasting movement up and down of his hip as his prick moved in and out of her rectum.
With her movements, the pleasure began to mount. “Yes, that’s what I like, Emily. Keep your ass tight and your hips rolling on my cock.”
Her nostrils flared wildly as she moaned. She could feel his prick inside her move and twitch as it pulsated in her rectum. He was shoving in harder and faster, but she didn’t know how much longer she could endure to be violated like this. She felt lightheaded, not sure why.
“Keep dancing on my cock, Emily!”
Her body felt strange. One second she was cold, the next she sweated. She was nothing but a plaything for him, her backside violated by his prick and she was forced to pleasure him with her hips to move wildly on and off his prick. She couldn’t understand what she felt, a mixture of pain and pleasure, shame and excitement. The other men stared down at her as she pushed back onto the prick that was shoved unmercifully up her backside. They all had smirks on their faces and their hands stroked their pricks as if it was their pricks that were being massaged so pleasurably by her backside. She felt his prick throb inside her and knew he wouldn’t last much longer. She began to tighten her muscles on his prick when he withdrew, anything to hasten the end of this deranged act of sodomy.
He felt her squeeze him, but he felt too much pleasure to end it so quickly. She had a very tight ass hole, and he wanted to stay inside it forever. He fought to regain control over his prick and his impending orgasm.
She felt the friction of his prick slide in and out of her backside, but she felt an odd tingle take over her body. His finger worked its magic on her pleasure button, but it was coupled with a strange stirring in her guts and her rectum. Is it possible that I’ll cum from this unnatural act? She knew very little of sex, but this was far from being a normal act. She was being sodomized for the pleasure of this man, an older man she never met before. Yet, for some strange reason, her body was coming alive with sexual feelings that she didn’t understand. She bit her lip as a soft moan came from her mouth. She refused to allow the men to see her get any pleasure from this perverse act.
Lewis felt her body do everything to make him cum, and he knew he couldn’t resist her charms any longer. “That’s it, Emily. Keep your ass tight for me and I’ll reward you,” he taunted her.
His big prick exploded deep into the dark recesses of her bowels in a place that was not destined to receive his cum. It twitched and spurted his hot cum. As he came, his finger brought her off, making her cum beneath his expert touch. It was as though her orgasm was connected to his prick shooting off inside her. Each time he jetted inside her backside, her pleasure increased to a higher level. The muscles in her backside continued to ring out more of his cum as her orgasm continued to overtake her unsure body.
“That’s it, Emily. Take my cum. Milk me with your ass,” he ordered her as her body tossed in her own orgasm. He spurted the last load of cum inside her ass hole. He stayed nestled in her hot gut until her muscles began to force him out. It was pure pleasure as she gripped his shrinking cock and slowly squeezed it from her ass hole.
Emily slumped to the floor when she felt the humiliating way his prick slid out and his cum leaked out.
William honored Lewis’s promise of not taking the virginity of her pussy, but that didn’t stop them from continuing to take her. Emily found herself taken front and back, one cock in her mouth that she was forced to service with a smile and enthusiasm and another prick she had to sit on and take in her ass hole and ride it until she received another cum enema.
It was two days before they tired of her and sent her home, still a virgin, but with years of experience in pleasuring a demanding man. She also found her own pleasure by the hands of experienced men that dragged the orgasms from her unwilling body when they wanted to. She’d never forget those two days.
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Over the years, the Earl of Hartford’s colony expanded into the Middle County under the approval of King George III. His castle grew bigger and grander. It stood seven stories high and towered over the Connecticut River, testament to the power of the earl.
The tales of the dungeon increased over the years. There were even rumors that the Marquis de Sade had paid it a visit for a demonstration. Many beautiful women visited the dungeons and none would ever forget what transpired within the stone walls.
The power of Great Britain over British America expanded over the decades until it went from coast to coast. It was bordered by France on the northern border and Spain on the southeastern border. All of the America’s were soon more prosperous than all of Europe.
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A Sizzler/Submission Novel of Bondage
CHAPTER 1
Jenny’s First Sexual Experience
Jenny wasn’t a normal girl; she lived in the deserts of the Middle East for the last seven year with her father, Frank, a tenured Professor of Archeology at South Dakota State University. With her mother, Sandra, they had crossed the deserts of the Middle East hunting for the treasures of thousands of years ago. They were not far from Palmyra where they were to spend the next six months in an excavation. Jenny hoped that this would be her last trip, praying that she could go home to the United States and attend the University where her father was a Professor. In two days, she would be eighteen, a woman at last. She wanted to be around boys her own age.
Jenny looked like her mother, but that is all they would share in the relationship. Her mother, Sandra, had long, honey blonde hair that hung down over her shoulders. It would cover her breasts in the front, but Sandra pushed it out of the way, because her breasts were her proudest possessions. At thirty-six, Sandra took care of her body and she could pass as Jenny’s sister instead of her mother. She had full breasts, with dark red nipples and areolas that contrasted sharply with her porcelain skin. She exercised religiously to keep them firm and taut. She possessed a girlish waist and full tapered thighs, perched on tall legs with perfect heart shaped buttocks. To Jenny, protective of her father, her mother was a slut. Jenny could see it when they were along in the bazaars in the city. She smiled coyly at the men that stared at her, and almost all of them did. Jenny was old enough to see the hard bulges in these men as they dreamed of possessing her mother. Sandra thought nothing of it, saying that it made her feel so much like a woman.
Jenny looked at her naked body in the mirror. Her hair was the same color as her mother, but silkier and Jenny’s grew it long down her back. She loved to stand naked in front of the mirror and put her hair over her breasts, arching her back until one of her perky nipples rose to the occasion and peeked out from between the strands of blonde hair provocatively. Her breasts weren’t as big as her mother’s, but they stood up firmer, pointed cones with puffy red nipples. The nipples were sensitive, almost to the point of the touch of cloth against them making them stand up into rigid points of pleasure.
Her hips were not as full as her mother, her waist slimmer and her legs just as long but more sculptured. She turned and looked at her ass. Her mother said her ass was perfect, but Jenny disagreed. She clenched her cheeks and made her buttocks undulated sensuously. No man would be able to refuse that. It made her pussy wet each time she did that, the muscles in her buttocks connected to the inner muscles in her virgin pussy. When she clenched them, she dreamt she was clenching on her lovers cock inside her.
Her mother refused to accept that Jenny was a woman.
“You’re growing up, Jenny, but you’re not yet a woman.”
Her mother laughed at the idea that any man would even look at her, too busy flaunting her body to any man that would look at her. Jenny found that as her body began to blossom, men began to pay attention to her. The boys her age still refused to look at her, their parents threatening them.
“Keep away from the blonde infidel.” The parents were cruel to Jenny.
The older men were different. They were drawn to her like maggots to discarded food. It was not the men, twenty or thirty years old. The men that stared at her were forty, fifty, even sixty years old. The men with lecherous eyes, and roaming hands, wrinkled hands that made your skin crawl when they touched you.
It was the 1950’s in the Middle East, women had little rights, the property of their parents until they were married off and then controlled by their husbands. A girl became of age at ten or twelve, often married to a man of money that was in his fifties. She had no choice in the matter, forced to submit to him. These men thought all unattached women were fair game for them, especially infidels. They loved to degrade them.
“They are all whores, I am just treating them as that want to be.”
For Jenny, it had started about three years ago. The buses to the bazaar were crowded, her and her mother forced to stand, no man would give up their seat to an infidel woman. The buses crawled along the crowded streets, fighting the bicycles and motor bikes that clogged them. As the bus filled up, more men stood next to them. Jenny panicked when they pushed between the two of them, stretching out her hand, but the space was already filled with men. She felt a man in back of her, pressing up against her until she could feel the unmistakable bulge of a man’s erection for the first time. She tried to push away, but she came face to face with a grinning Arab face, the man in his sixties, a tooth missing as he grinned at her through his crooked smile. She bumped into his body, pushing back only to find the hard cock of the man behind her. Both of them moved closer until she found her body pinned between them, her hands at her side, and too many people in the way to allow her to move them and push the men away. Her breasts were just starting to grow, but the minute she felt the man in front of her brush up against her nipples, they sprang to life with unexpected pleasure. That is when she first learned how sensitive they were. She tried to move away, but only managed to squirm against the man in front of her until she felt his erection growing against her. She stopped, standing perfectly still, but the two men began to move, both of them sliding from side to side, rubbing their erections against her ass and against her mound. She suffered the indignity of being a sexual toy for the men to masturbate against until the bus finally reached the bazaar. She was sure that the one in front of her came in his pants, his eyes glazing over just before the bus reached its destination, his lower body jerking uncontrollably against her.
