Drugged Into Submission, page 7
Stephen opened his robe, naked beneath it, his cock jumping to attention as soon as the picture of Heather was on the screen, vividly recalling all of her intimate details, though the picture left little to the imagination. He began to stroke his cock as he watched the screen.
The image was so vivid, a young girl, naked and kneeling on all fours. The camera panned her body, from her blonde hair, just like Brooke's hair, to her sleek back, but not before it swung down to catch a pair of lovely naked breasts that hung down like ripe fruit, capped with brown-tipped nipples. The camera moved again, this time to her hips and butt. Her butt was shoved up into the air as if someone had posed her deliberately that way, the position demeaning. Her face was hidden by her hair, but from the look of her body, she was as young as Brooke.
A man walked into the picture, just his legs walking by. He was older, no sculptured thighs, but he was still in good shape. He went behind the girl, Brooke feeling the girl's shame as he stared at her naked ass that was thrust up so obscenely. He then went back to her head. He kneeled down in front of her, Brooke blushing when she saw the erect cock that bobbed in front of the girl's face. One of his hands curled into her blonde hair until her face was revealed, a young, beautiful girl confronted by an older man's cock. She didn't seem to be shocked by it, but you could see that she had a troubled look on her face. She was beautiful, soft skin that glowed, blue eyes and a lovely pair of lips that were painted a dark red almost obscenely. You could see a tear in her eye.
The man took his cock in his hand and began to rub it over the girl's face, his other hand holding her subservient. He started with her cheek then her hair then back over her cheek until he reached her lips. She clenched her lips tightly together, but the man was not deterred, his organ rubbing back and forth over her painted lips. His cock grew as he did it until Brooke could see the girl's lips glistening with a new paint. He was leaking his arousal on her lips. Why didn't the young girl run away? She wasn't bound.
The hand released her hair, but it returned to tilt her head up, the cock sitting on her clenched lips. It was a moment, as if the man was telling her something, though the movie was silent then her lips slowly began to part. The head of his cock was waiting, sliding in between her reluctant lips as they gradually opened to take his cock inside. How could she do such a thing? The cock was bigger, or at least the head that her lips were forced to stretch to accept was bigger. It looked so obscene, her red lips wrapped tightly around it. You could see the despair in her eyes, yet she allowed the cock to slip deeper into her mouth until the head was gone, just a thick shaft jutting obscenely out her ruby red lips, thick, blue veins jutting out the shaft. His cock was long.
He gently slapped the side of her cheek as if he were telling her something at the same time. His hands returned to her hair, this time each one gathering up her blonde tresses tightly, one on each side of her head. Brooke could see the soft cheeks of the girl begin to move. It was her tongue moving. Had he told her to use her tongue on his cock? Brooke could imagine what the girl was doing, her tongue swirling around the smooth head in her mouth. She knew that her tongue must be coated with his leaking arousal, Brooke almost gagging at the thought of doing such a thing.
The man's hands on her head held tight, but it was his hips that began to move. It was obscene for Brooke to watch, but she couldn't take her eyes off of it. His cock began to move between the young girl's tightly clenched lips, spread wide to hold the thick shaft as it slid inside her mouth. Her head began to move at the same time, bobbing gently up and down. She was sucking his cock. The cock moved in and out of her mouth, inch after inch forced between her lips. Her head was tilted back as he slid more of his cock into her mouth, Brooke understanding instinctively that he was forcing her mouth and throat in a straight line so she had no choice but to take all that he fed into her mouth.
She had to take at least six inches of his cock into her mouth when suddenly Brooke could see the girl choking. He still had two more inches of his cock to get into her mouth. His hands tightened on her head and then he pushed with his hips. Her eyes opened wide, tearing up as her mouth opened wide. Brooke could almost hear her choking and gagging as another inch of the man's rigid cock slid through her lips. It had to be going down her throat, yet the girl's hands stayed motionless as she endured. Brooke could see the outline of his cock on the girl's white throat by the time the cock had disappeared. His pubic hairs were jammed against her lips, the wiry hair curling around her lips. Her face struggled, but the hands held her subservient.
The man's motion became more urgent, his hips driving his cock in and out, having to choke and gag the girl as it raced up and down her tight throat. Her eyes almost bugged out of her head, her nostrils flaring as she struggled to breathe, but the man was oblivious to everything except his pleasure. It was so obscene to watch. The thick cock never left her mouth, sliding in and out, his heavy, hair-covered balls slapping harshly against her chin with each thrust. It only took another minute before Brooke recognized the signs. His body stiffened, his hips thrusting upward into the girl's mouth and then he froze. You could see every muscle in his body grow taut.
Brooke couldn't believe that he didn't take his cock out of her mouth. He couldn't expect her to accept him exploding in her mouth, yet his hands pulled her onto his cock. Brooke saw her cheeks bellowing, her eyes begging him, but he held her pinned against his stomach as his body jerked in pleasure. He began to pump her mouth again, the first signs of a milky, white substance leaking from the corner of her mouth. Brooke could see her throat bobbing as her cheeks bellowed again.
The girl finally got some relief, the man pulling his shrinking cock from her lips, a shiny trail of drying cum painting her lips and chin as she spit his cock from her mouth. He pulled away, the girl's head bending over, a river of thick, white fluid hanging down in long strings until they pulled from her lips into a puddle on the floor.
Brooke thought the picture was starting over, but it was different this time. Another pair of man's legs appeared. He was younger, thick thighs and lean legs. He stroked his cock in front of the camera as if he were so proud of it, this one more virile, harder and thicker. He lifted the girl's chin up to look at him as he kneeled in front of her, one hand on her chin, the other holding his thick cock in his hand. Her eyes pleaded with him, but she surrendered, her wet lips of drying cum opening as the man fed his cock into her mouth. He went to work immediately, thrusting deep into her mouth, her cheeks moving as her tongue began to run over the demanding cock in the girl's mouth. Her head bobbed up and down on the cock that speared her lips.
The screen was silent as the newest man fucked the girl's mouth. He took longer, but when he was ready to cum, he pulled his cock from her lips. He pulled her head up to look at his cock, her mouth reluctantly opening as the man pumped his cock on her face. His cock erupted thick gobs of milky white cum all over the pretty girl's face. The first load jetted on her nose, dripping down as his hand continued to pump another load of cum from his balls. He was more accurate the second time, this one hitting her lips, the girl reluctantly sticking her pink tongue out until he covered it with a coat of thick cum. A final load of cum was dripped onto her lips, her tongue forced back into her mouth, seeing the girl grimace as the thick cum filled her mouth. The camera continued to record the girl's degradation as the man wiped his cock on her face and lips before he disappeared. But not before he scooped up the thick blob of cum on her nose and pushed it between her lips.
He walked away, but the girl didn't spit out the cum this time. Another man entered, this one olive skinned, his thighs bulging with thick muscles that ripped as he walked. His cock jutted out in front of him like a tree trunk, at least nine inches of cock demanding her attention. He stood in front of her, yanking her onto her knees, her face only inches from his cock. He forced her backward, her back almost breaking, her breasts thrust out, her head almost upside down.
He pushed his cock into her mouth without any preliminaries, pumping his lust into her unwilling mouth. You could see the fear etched in her face. He pushed hard, seeing the girl gag as he ground his cockhead against the entrance to her throat.
She didn't have any warning, the man thrusting his cock down her throat and into her belly, his hands holding her bent backward as he impaled the young girl in her throat with his mighty weapon. Tears flowed from her eyes as she suffered the indignities, her mouth and throat used for his perverse pleasure. She was struggling, but the man held her tight, his balls resting on her chin.
He never pulled his cock from her throat, Brooke able to see the man's orgasm overtaking him, but he pumped his cum into her belly. He finally pulled his cock from her mouth, the head resting on her lips as he pumped the last remaining drops of his cum onto her tongue. The screen finally turned dark but not before all of the three men stood naked in front of the girl as they forced her to lick the last remnants of cum from their cocks.
Brooke couldn't believe what the girl had done or what the men had done to her. She had taken all three of them in her mouth and they erupted inside her. The lights in the library suddenly blared brightly.
"Is that you, Brooke? Come in. NOW!"
She jumped when she heard his voice, shivering in fear when she heard her name. She should run down the hall and hope that he was just guessing it was her; but she was more afraid that he knew. She had to obey, but not before she quickly raised her skirt, pulling the two stems from between her pussy lips and ass cheeks, suffering the pain from their hasty retreat. She put them in her pocket as she opened the door, Stephen waiting for her.
Stephen made no attempt to hide the erection that pushed out the front of his robe like a tent post. He looked at the young bride as she entered, the lovely sweater clinging to her pointed tits, her short skirt revealing long legs that he could imagine gripped behind his back. "Were you peeking into my library?"
How could she deny what she was doing? "YYYees, Sir," she stammered, "I'mmm sorrrry." She wondered if he was masturbating while he was watching the movie. There was no way he could deny that the movie sexually aroused him, his cock jutting out the front of his robe.
"Yes, I imagine you are sorry you got caught, but I am not sure you are truly contrite at peeking." She didn't say anything, her face blushing. "I believe in strict discipline for those that break the rules. Are you ready to submit?"
She had no choice. She was already shamed at being caught watching an obscene movie. The smoke that she shared with Gino was still fluttering in her head and now the movie had made her sexually aroused. She was almost thankful she got caught. "Yes, Sir."
"Remove your skirt." He saw her hesitate for a moment, but he gave her a stare that showed he meant business. He saw her trembling fingers on the zipper of the skirt, a sexy shimmer of her hips as she slid it down and kicked it off her feet. She looked lovely in her stocking and garter belt, but his eyes were drawn to the undeniable wet spot on the front of her panties. He pulled a straight back chair to the center of the room. "Face the back of the chair and straddle the seat with your legs"
She stood in front of him for the second time in her lingerie, his eyes raping her. Her thighs were clenched tightly together to keep the juices from flowing freely from her excited sex. She didn't know what he was going to do to her, but she knew it would involve physical punishment. She walked over to the chair, her legs spreading wide to straddle the wide wooden seat. It would leave her unable to clench her legs together. He would have free access to her sex. Front and back. She waited for his next command.
"Bend way forward over the back of the chair. Real deep until you are bent in two. I want you gripping the bottom rail of the chair in the back."
The chair didn't have a very high back, but she still had to get on her toes as she bent over. She could feel her panties pulling tightly over her buttocks as she bent over. Her hair fell to the floor in front of her as her hands reached down. Instead of the rail on the chair, she felt leather straps.
Stephen knelt in front of her. "Yes, those are for your hands, Brooke. I don't want you moving." She did nothing as he slipped the first leather strap around her wrist, the other end of it already secured to the chair. He made short work of the second wrist. He stood back up but not before his robe opened in front of her, his naked cock popping out and sliding against her head before he put it back inside the robe.
A new shiver of excitement ran between her legs when she felt the leather touching the soft skin of her wrists, pulling tight. She tried to pull her hands free, but the unyielding leather straps just dug into her soft skin. She was bound for the first time by a man, and it scared her at the same time it excited her. She didn't know what he would do to her, but she couldn't stop him even if she wanted to. She felt him behind her, unable to see him any longer.
He looked at the plump, cute ass that was thrust out so provocatively. Her panties were molded over her buttocks like a second skin, already one size too small, the spread of her legs pulled them tighter. He could see the deep divide of her buttocks. Her buttocks clenched uncontrollably from the first touch of his hand on one cheek, but as he moved it around to caress the firm flesh, he felt her buttocks surrender, the muscles relaxed.
His hand was caressed her, not punish her, the desires between her legs increased as his hand wandered over her up-thrust ass. She could only imagine how she must look or how much she was exposing to him, but his eyes surely followed his hands as they explored every inch of her ass cheeks. Even as his fingers ran up and down her crack, Brooke no longer able to control her muscles as his fingers slid over her panty-covered anus, her cheeks clenching tight, Brooke not sure if they were trying to keep it out or trying to trap it.
"SSSLLAAP" The snap of his palm on one cheek rocked her body, but the straps held her submissively bent over the chair. "SSSLLAAPP," another sharp snap of his hand, but she barely whimpered. Five times he struck her then his hands returned to caress her cheeks. He could feel the heat in her skin where he had struck her.
She hadn't been spanked since she was eight, but this wasn't the same. It didn't hurt. Well, it did, but the hurt felt good, Brooke not even understanding it herself. All she knew was her body was on edge each time, excitedly waiting for the next blow, wondering where it would strike her. Her buttocks glowed where he struck them.
Ten more times he spanked her, laddering both cheeks.
She felt his hands on the waistband of her panties and knew what was coming next. This was the second time today that a man that wasn't her husband was baring her body to his gaze and touch. And she was getting used to men demanding her obedience. Her panties were slipped down over her buttocks. She felt his hand on her naked flesh. For long minutes, they caressed her skin then they began to pummel her naked flesh, this time the slaps more painful. In spite of that, she could feel the wetness dripping down her thighs as they came close to striking her pussy from behind. Strong fingers pulled her cheeks apart, just as Gino had done and made her do to herself, her anus exposed obscenely. He didn't move; his fingers fighting her muscles as they kept her spread as his eyes raped her ass hole. She almost welcomed the spanking again, this time his hand slapping hard in her crack, feeling as if he was trying to drive his hands inside her backside. He finally stopped, but his hands slid her panties down lower until she felt his fingers parting her lips from behind and began to stroke her inner lips. She shuddered in shame as his fingers scooped up her juices as she struggled not to cum shamelessly in front of him.
Stephen licked his wet fingers but refused her an orgasm. He still had plans for her tonight and wanted her horny and wanting. He finally released her from the chair, allowing her to pull up her own panties, but not before he got a good look at her blonde push and the puffy lips of her pussy. "Get dressed for dinner. Seven tonight and don't be late."
She dressed as fast as she could, leaving without another word. She ran up to her room, falling face down on the bed as she hid her face in shame. She wanted so much to masturbate, but it was almost sinful to do that, masturbating while thinking of a man other than her husband doing unspeakable things to her.
CHAPTER 6
Awakened
Brooke finally got up from the bed, jumping into the shower. She began to feel a little better, a sharp knock on the door scaring her. She put her robe on, opening up the door to find Charles standing in the hallway.
"You have a phone call, Brooke. It's your husband." He was calling from London, Charles making him wait while he took his time telling Brooke.
"Thank you," already closing the door as she raced to the telephone. She picked it up. "Hello, honey." She heard some static and then his voice made it so much better.
"Hi, Brooke. It's so good to hear your voice."
"I miss you. Why didn't you call sooner?"
"It was a long trip; by time I got here, it was early morning. I slept the next day. They told me about our house when I finally came to work. Are you okay?" Keith was worried about how Brooke was doing with the Cheney's. It surprised him to learn that they invited her to stay at their home while the roof was being fixed. Brooke was a little naïve; he hoped that she was getting along with them.
"Yes, the Cheney's are so nice, though I really don't fit in. They live so eloquently."
"I'll be home soon, Brooke. Then we'll be together. London is so much different than I am used to; I'm having a hard time fitting in also. Even though they speak English, the King's English is difficult to understand." They both had to adjust to different lifestyles.
