![]()
![]() .:: Daddy Stories » BDSM Stories » Prize winner suffers
|
Prize winner suffers
|
At last the man above her began to slow his pace, breathing deeply, sweating, and then it was over, him gasping and leaning heavily on her thighs, her legs jack-knifed back over her body, then the last two or three powerful stabs and he was still.
He pulled himself out of her body slowly and she gradually relaxed. She opened her eyes and was shocked to see not one other man in the room watching but two. The new man was also tall and well built, and naked, but unlike the first two men his penis stood tall and broad and ready for action. Her mind reeled, another man to satisfy, when would it end?
“Turn her over”, the new man commanded. They did so. Man one and man two, one of each side of the bed pulled her over and into a keeling position, tucking her legs up under her body and pulling her arms out wide so that she lay on her face, breasts pressed into the rough fabric of the bedspread, bottom raised. She tried to catch her breath, dreading what was to come but then the thought of her husband as she had last seen him flashed into her mind; frightened, bleeding, being led away to his unknown fate, a fate which seemed to depend on whether or not she could accept whatever these men wanted to do to her.
She heard the tearing of the packet, the faint sounds as the new man rolled on a condom and prepared to enter her. She felt the mattress sink under her knees as he climbed onto the bed behind her then started in surprise as something cold dripped onto the cleft of her buttocks. The man behind her began to work the cold, slippery substance down between her buttocks, worming his fingers around her anus, pressing, invading, and suddenly she guessed what was in store for her. “No”, she gasped, and at once the fingers were withdrawn.
The men each side of her were suddenly pulling, moving her, hands on her shoulders pressing her down, hands on her calves lifting her legs back, forcing her bottom up higher, then holding her still. She heard the faint metallic sound of a belt buckle and knew what was going to happen.
The whipping went on longer this time and hurt far more. Partly because her buttocks were already sore from the earlier punishment and partly because when they lifted her bottom they drew her legs apart so now the strap, as well as cracking across the tender curve of her buttocks, found out those intimate and sensitive places below and between. When the punishment ceased she was sobbing uncontrollably, any pretence of bravery gone, the bedspread under her face wet with her tears.
Nothing was said, but again she felt the mattress sink under her as the man took his place on the bed behind her. Once again the other two pushed and pulled her into position and once again cold, slippery fluid was poured over her anus and rubbed in. She felt something hard being pushed inside her and was powerless to resist it. Now the cold liquid was squirted inside her, then the hard nozzle was withdrawn.
The man behind her pressed the blunt end of his penis against the cleft of her buttocks then grasped her hips in his large, strong hands. On either side of her the men each gripped one of her buttocks and pulled, dragging her open while the man behind pressed harder and harder against her anus. She cried out in dread as the pressure increased, her cry ending in a groan as her sphincter gave way and the man was insider her.
He paused there, his shaft stretching her wide, the head of his penis snugly inside her, then he withdrew. She kept perfectly still, gasping in air, fighting the waves of pain and fear that swept through her. More lubricant was being worked into her, the penis pressed against her once more and pushed into her. Again she felt her anus stretched wide, felt the change in diameter as the head of his penis pushed past her ring, then felt pain as he pushed slowly but inexorably deeper inside of her.
The pain peaked deep inside her, spreading out across her belly and lower back then decreased as he drew back. Over and over he pierced her, moving slowly up inside her to the point of maximum pain then equally slowly withdrawing until the head of his penis was only just inside her. The men each side of her now changed position, reaching with one hand under her to grasp her breasts and the other hand behind her and up onto her genitals. As the man behind thrust and pulled, holding her against him with his grip on her hips, the hands on her breasts squeezed, sometimes gently sometimes harder and the fingers on the lips of her vagina stroked and teased her moist flesh, moving, circling, stimulating her.
The hands on her breasts squeezed harder, nipples grasped between strong fingers, twisting and pinching. The pain radiated through her, meeting up with the pain from her throbbing bottom and the shafts of pain spearing her lower torso. Her whole body was filled, on fire with the pain, but the fingers below her continued to caress and circle wetly, stimulating her until she felt, against all expectation, an orgasm beginning to build.
Her climax when it came was without doubt the most powerful she had ever experienced. The pain in her breasts and anus merged with the intense sensations from her genitals and joined to drive a glow of ecstasy throughout her body. She threw her head back, gasping for air, close to passing out as the sensation overwhelmed her. Her head spun and everything seemed to go dark as every sense focussed on the all-surpassing sensation within her.
The height of sensation passed and she came back down to reality, a reality of aching bottom and bruised breasts, of the rise and fall of agony as the man behind her continued to drive his huge penis into her agonised bowels. Several times the man behind her withdrew and applied further lubricant, but too soon the momentary relief provided by the cold gel was replaced by a fresh stab of pain as he re-entered her.
The abuse went on and on, the hard shaft driven into her anus, the vicious squeezing of her breasts and pinching of her nipples. Throughout all of this the men each side of her continued to stimulate her so that only a few minutes after her first orgasm she felt another peaking inside her. She fought against it, revolted by the idea that she could find such brutal physical treatment erotic and yet her mind could not control her body and the sensation grew.
The second orgasm was even more powerful than the first and seemed to go on and on. For what seemed like an eternity the world spun around her in darkness and she seemed to be drowning, sinking in a sea of overpowering sensation, gasping for breath, unaware of anything around her, every fibre of her being suffused by the intensity of her climax. The sensation waned and she hung from the grip on her hips, unable to consciously control her body, groaning, sobbing as she felt a third orgasm build. It came, sweeping over her like a wave over a shipwrecked sailor. Her body spasmed, every muscle tensing violently then relaxing and she was dimly aware that as she did so the man behind her reached his climax as well.
She lay abandoned on the bed, face down, immobile. Gradually physical sensation returned, first pain, then sight and hearing. Two of the three men were in the room with her, chatting while from the bathroom came the sound of running water. She smelled cigarette smoke and guessed at least one of them had lit up again. The man in the bathroom came out and one of the others went in. Finally the third man went for his shower and all the while she lay there, emotionally and physically exhausted. What was to become of her? Had they finished with her now or not?
Strong male hands turned her over then helped her off the bed and to her feet. She stood, trembling, struggling to control her fatigued and battered muscles.
“Time for you to get cleaned up lady”, man one supported her and led her toward the bathroom.
By the time she was in the bathroom she was almost in control of her body again. The door closed and she was alone except for the sound of their voices in the next room. She sat on the toilet and defecated, excreting blood along with her waste. Urinating was difficult and painful as her swollen vagina slowed the egress of fluid. She cleaned herself gingerly then stood up. On the wall above the bath there was a full-length mirror in which she could see herself from the knees up. Her breasts were bruised. Already heavily discoloured with the nipples dark and elongated. She turned slightly and saw that her bottom was likewise darkening with bruises, each stroke she had received was defined by a red welt where the edge of the belt had cut into her skin. She turned back to face the mirror and looked down at her groin. Her genitals were grossly swollen, the inner lips protruding, dark and slick with her own fluids.
She climbed into the bath and, although she would have loved to take a long, relaxing bath, a sense of urgency, a desire to get this whole thing over and done with, prompted her to shower instead. Still, it was delightful to feel the hot water running over her abused body. She washed carefully, ensuring every crease and crevice of her body was fully cleansed, trying to rinse away the memory of what they had forced her to do. She began to tremble, not from cold but from reaction to what had been done to her. Somehow when it was going on each action had been guided by a sense of necessity but now, momentarily safe from their eyes and their bodies, the full horror of what had happened flooded over her. And yet, in just a few moments she would have to go out there again and face their stares and who knew what else.
She turned off the water and took a towel from the rack beside the bath. Rubbing herself dry she became aware of yet more aches and pains resulting from her recent experiences. Suddenly the door opened and man one stood there.
“You ready yet lady?” he asked, grinning as he ran his eyes over her still damp, naked body.
She froze, something in the way he asked the question suggested he was not intending to finish the evening just yet. “Ready for what?” she asked.
“Ready for the second course”, he answered with a chuckle.
She was about to protest, to beg even, to ask him to look at her battered body. Wasn’t it enough? Hadn’t they had their fun with her? Couldn’t she go now – please? But the throbbing of her bottom and her love for her husband made her drop the towel over the side of the bath and follow the man back into the room.
The other two men, who quickly stood up from where they had been lounging, greeted her entrance with rapidly stiffening erections and it was with a sense of fatality that she crossed to the bed, from which the spread and top sheet had been drawn back, and laid down where they directed her.
The two men who had risen at her entrance crossed to her, one of them, she thought it was the one who had buggered her, guided her up onto her knees again while his companion knelt on the bed behind her. Again came the sounds of a condom being donned and then the man behind her gripped her hips, ready to enter her.
“Gently now” counselled the first man, “she’s likely not so slick after a good wash”.
The two men on the bed guffawed but the one behind her took his hands off her hips and began instead to stroke her, running his finger tips up the inside of her thighs and along the narrow band of hair on her outer lips. Meanwhile the man kneeling near her head began to caress her, his fingers tracing a line up her spine then teasing the back of her neck, ears and hair. She didn’t know what was worse, the pain and brutality of their earlier assault on her or this. As their fingers worked on her she felt pleasure begin to mount and that made her feel guilty. How could she, a married woman, a mother of two children, dare to feel pleasure here in this strange room with these three men around her?
Nevertheless, the stroking and caressing worked. When the man behind her slid his fingers into her he found her moist and, quickly transferring his grip back to her hips he slid gently but purposefully into her, setting her shuddering with intense sensation as she stretched once more to accommodate his size.
While the man behind her rhythmically thrust his engorged penis into her the man at her head left off his caressing and, lifting her head, positioned himself in front of her so that her face was mere centimetres from his erect member. He held the back of her head and gently but firmly directed her mouth down onto the red, swollen head of his cock. She opened wide to accept him, afraid for a moment that she would taste her own filth there but he smelled only of soap and warm flesh.
She set to work to stimulate him, using what she had learned earlier that same evening but it was difficult because as the man behind her thrust into her, her body swung forward, forcing her to accept this new intrusion more and more deeply. The man at her head gasped and started to climax, his thick, salty emission stinging her throat. She tried to pull away but could not because the thrusts of the man behind her drove her forward and she had no choice but to swallow or choke.
When she had sucked out every drop and the penis in her mouth had softened and shrunk the man at her head cradled her in his lap, caressing her hair, neck and back while his companion continued to pound her more frantically from behind. At last even he was satisfied and they pulled away from her, leaving her lying face down, even more exhausted, while they pulled on their clothes, laughing and joking, then left the room.
As the door closed behind them she raised her head wearily and looked around. Only the first man was still present and from her position on the bed the most noticeable thing about him was his erection.
“You sure are one sexy lady” he said, walking toward the bed from where he had been standing observing the whole episode.
He climbed onto the bed beside her, gently rolling her over onto her back before lying down beside her. “Just one more little task for you then your work here is done” he stated, glancing down at his erect penis.
She nodded, too tired and overcome to even speak. The taste of semen was still in her mouth and her lips felt bruised. The whole area of her hips and pelvis was a sea of pain, her bottom bruised, her anus violated and her vagina swollen and over used. Could this really be her last task, she wondered? Would he really let her go? Until this moment she hadn’t really considered what would happen when they had finished with her.
He began to caress her, gently, from knees to breasts, his touch light and careful, especially in those areas where her body had been most abused. He reached down and eased her legs apart so his caresses could reach more easily her sensitive inner thighs. She lay, unresponsive, eyes closed, but could not avoid the shivers of exquisite sensation that ran through her as his gentle fingers continued to stroke and circle. He leaned over her and began to tease her nipples with his tongue, moving up over her chest to kiss and lick her neck. She caught her breath as the sensation mounted then gasped as his lips brushed hers. She pulled away, somehow despite the violation of every part of her body, she still felt her lips, her kisses were for her husband only.
The instant she did so fear forced her to turn her mouth back toward him but as their eyes met he was smiling. He returned to kissing her breasts, silently acknowledging the boundary she had set. As his fingertips continued to stroke and stimulate and his lips to move over her she once again felt arousal mounting. On top of that feeling guilt returned. How could she? What sort of woman was she to feel aroused, excited by this man, a man who was not her husband.
He eased her legs further apart then climbed over her, covering her with his body. Against the size of him she felt tiny, weak, powerless and yet, somehow that added to her state of arousal now that he seemed to be willing to be gentle with her. She watched as he knelt to pull on a condom, stretching it down over the immense length and breadth of his penis. For a moment her bruised, abused genitals rebelled at the thought of accommodating that size but when he slid between her thighs and gently, slowly opened her lips, spreading her moisture with the fingers of one hand, she knew she could take him – indeed she wanted him. Wanted to feel his size, his hardness, his weight on top of her.
She wasn’t denied. He eased into her and again a sense of wonder flooded her, wonder that the first thrust could stretch her so wide and go on so long. Despite, or perhaps because of, all that had happened that evening, she was very wet and although she was unaccustomed to his size she felt no real pain, merely discomfort which quickly turned to increase her arousal! As he continued to thrust into her with steady even strokes she actually began to lift herself against him, tilting her hips to receive him, them back again to force the pressure of his swollen head just where she needed it most. The movement brought aches of protest from the abused muscles of her bottom but this, along with the other pain in her body heightened her arousal until she felt the now familiar orgasm building in her. She moaned, turning her head to one side, stabbing her hips up against his downward thrust until the climax overwhelmed her and her groin contracted over and over again, carrying away the bliss of the moment. As her vagina contracted against his penis the man came too, pounding carelessly into her, both of them mindless of her pain.
They lay there, side by side, both satisfied, satiated, thinking of nothing but the experience they had just shared, the sensations they had enjoyed. At length he looked at his watch – it was nearly twenty past eleven. She looked where he was looking and was amazed. For almost than four hours she had been here in this room, a slave to the desires of her captors.
“We’d better get you out of here”, the man said, “your husband will be waiting”.
Her husband. In the excitement of the last minutes or hours she had all but forgotten why she was there. She sat up, her body protesting. How nice it would have been to have laid there and fallen asleep, to have slept away the excesses and awoken fresh in the morning. The man climbed off the bed and quickly dressed then helped her up. Once she was on her feet he passed items of clothing to her, her bra then her top, her skirt but not her thong. This he held up and, pressing it to his nose once more said he wanted to keep a trophy, a small thing to remember her by.
She straightened her hair, staring at her reflection in the mirror over the dresser. Fully dressed now there was no evidence of what she had been through that evening. Although her body ached with every movement and her crotch was wet with her orgasmic secretions, all that was under her skirt and outwardly she could have passed as entirely innocent of any erotic activity.
He opened the door and, for the first time since her ordeal began, she looked out to the corridor and freedom. She walked out onto the long hallway and paused while he closed the door. He put his arm around her and supported her, leading her down the corridor, back the way they had come hours earlier. At the end of the hallway the fire-doors were closed and they paused for a moment. His had dropped to her waist, lingered there for a moment before his fingertips brushed across the curve of her bottom, stroking her through the thin fabric of her skirt as her husband had done at the start of the evening. “You are one hell of a lady”, he said, “I hope your husband knows what a lucky man he is to have you”.
And then as he pushed the door open for her she looked across the foyer beyond and saw her husband there, sitting, waiting, his bandaged hand resting in his lap. She started forward, half running on tired, aching, unsteady legs and at the same time he was out of his chair, coming toward her, throwing his arms around her, pulling her tight against his body, his familiar body. She hugged him back, pressing the length of her body against him, crushing her face to his chest, crying now, out of control with relief and gratitude. Her sacrifice had been accepted, the price she paid deemed valuable enough. They walked out of the restaurant hand in hand like two young lovers and headed for the car park and home.
|
|
|
|
|
Discussion
|
|
|
|
