THE ESCORT

THE ESCORT

Auctioned, immediately put through her first paces, Amy faces another requirement of her service after a brief respite.  It appears it’s going to be a long voyage.

Chapter Two

       Naked, only white towels wrapped around their damp hair, the trio of women approach the bedroom chamber.  The blonde on one side, the redhead on the other, their bodies glisten under the subtle lighting, their exotic tattoos and gold ornamented piercings differentiating them from Amy sandwiched in between.  Her body also glistens, only naturally across her evenly tanned flesh.

       Directed toward the four cornered poster bed in the center of the floor she’s forced to climb up onto it and kneel.  Her spreading knees sinking into the plush bedspread, she’s twisted around to face toward the bottom by the escorting women as they position themselves on either side of the mattress.  Four black leather cuff’s are readily accessible, each hanging down from a corner bedpost by supple white rope a foot or so above the mattress.

       The women remain silent as they begin applying the ropes to Amy, left wrist first, followed by her right.  Offering no substantial resistance as the cuffs are secured and spread apart by the tugged ropes affixed to the posts at the bottom of the bed with her arms in place and stretched wide, her ankles are next.  Working efficiently, left leg lifted back by the redhead, the blonde fastening the cuff around the ankle, Amy’s forced to lean forward and balance on her right knee as it sinks further into the mattress.  Breasts hanging down, swaying back and forth across her arching bare chest, her right leg’s yanked back and toward the rear corner post by the blonde with the redhead cuffing that ankle.  Her straining nude body bowing, she faces downwards, twisting and spread-eagled, finding herself painfully secured above the bed.

       Glancing apprehensively, first toward the blonde then the redhead, neither appear to be done as they hover around the bed.  Adjusting the ropes while positioning her bound body for something else, her fingers and toes flex while she painfully struggles in her restraints, her muscles and tendons throughout her stretched body already feeling the burn as they’re defined under her taut flesh.  Her substantial breasts, a glistening pair of pendulous melons, sway back and forth as her puffy tan nipples quiver just inches off from the bedspread as she contorts in mid air, the cuffs already chaffing her wrists and ankles.

       Seeing, then feeling  a bright red, hard rubber ‘O’ ring forced between her stretching lips, its strap fastened behind her neck, she grunts as the towel’s pulled from her head, her damp hair harshly twisted, knotted in the blonde’s fist as its tugged back.  Wide eyed, she glances from the corner of her eyes toward the redhead stepping besides her holding a glistening metal hook with the curved end formed into the shape of a huge phallus.  She can’t help being alarmed by its tapered shaft, widening from the molded knob, its purpose obvious.  Realizing it’s being positioned between her spread thighs, pressed against the puckered rim of her rectum, she grunts as she reflexively attempts to squeeze her buttocks together, even as her rectum’s sphincter muscles are painfully stretched around the elongated knob of the shaft being forced to penetrate her.

       Wheezing, spewing saliva from her yawning stretched lips, shoulders twisting and hips jerking as she tenaciously struggles against several forceful thrusts, she feels the head of the oiled phallus painfully ‘plop’ into her straining orifice.  Rammed and screwed back and forth inside her inch by inch, she feels the thick metal impaling her jerking body even as she continues to helplessly struggle, the shaft continuing to stretch her rectum across its widening girth, grinding itself inward until its curved hook presses between the cheeks of her quivering buttocks.  The molded oversized knob engulfed deep inside her stretching bowels, the rim of her anus on the verge of tearing, she feels her head yanked, forced further back as the rope’s tightly tied around her twisted hair, tugged back to the eyehook in the end of the butt plug.  Arms and legs already aching from the weight of her tied between the posts; her naked body’s forced to painfully bow even further as the slack in the rope’s adjusted.

       Stepping to either side of the bed, the pair of women inspect their nearly completed task.  Hanging between the posts, contorted and spread-eagled, Amy’s mouth and vagina are both spread wide, readily accessible.  Their preparation of her nearly complete, gripping and manipulating her swaying breasts with hot, oily lotion, they commence massaging her naked body.  Her firm melons glistening as the melded flesh squeezes between their fingers and thumbs, her nipples are stretched, tweaked as her suspended body sways agonizingly between the posts.  Oil drips across the bedspread from her drenched torso as the redhead continues working both breasts, the blonde letting her fingers slide away, stepping further down the side of the bed.   

       Pouring a trail of hot oil across Amy’s spread butt cheeks, across the fading welts left by the caning, letting the oil crisscross in streams across the twitching bare flesh, the blonde spreads it around the gleaming butt plug allowing the misting oil to saturate Amy’s reddening vulva, trickle into her spread vagina, soaking the nub of her protruding clitoris as she grunts, her thighs noticeably trembling.  Massaging her butt cheeks, slipping her fingers across Amy’s spread slit, tugging and pinching her oiled clit while twisting the puffy folds of her labia, she slips a finger slowly forward,  two then three knuckles deep inside the stretching orifice.

        Listening to the grunts, moans as the oil soaks both her finger and Amy’s twitching vagina, the blonde runs a second and a third finger inside the oiled slit, back and forth against the curve of the impaling butt plug, feeling the girth of the hard thick phallus pressing from the other side of Amy’s vagina wall against her fingertips.  Ramming her fingers deeper with each thrust, her forth finger slides in, now all four fingers pressing deeper, the web of her thumb scraping against the but plug as Amy’s groans turn louder.

       The redhead also continues manipulating the slick, oiled melons hanging, swaying in front of her.  Squeezing, smacking, twisting one, then the other, pinching a nipple, twisting and stretching it downward, releasing it to bounce back, Amy’s body reflexively jerks, quivers as her muscles, tendons sear from the burn of being stretched and yanked.  Saliva spews from the ‘O’ ring, dribbles down across her bare chest, drips across the bedspread as each breath brings another rasping grunt.

       Hearing the door opening, glancing toward one another, the pair of women instantly stops.  Sliding their hands off Amy’s oiled body, they step back, leaving her stretched above the bed.  Standing together against the wall, eyes lowered toward the floor, they remain silent as the men enter.  The elder man still in his dark garb approaches in front of the other two, stopping directly at the foot of the bed, in front of Amy’s oil drenched body.

       Watching the other men step around him, dropping their own dark robes, Amy’s transfixed at their naked bodies underneath, their dark flesh glistening as she stares almost unbelievably from one to the other.  Each well over six feet tall, both muscular and ripped with broad shoulders and narrow waists, she can’t help anxiously noticing their swaying shafts are huge, semi erect as they step closer, both appearing even larger then the phallus impaling her butt.  Positioning themselves on either side of the bed she hears the shuffling, scuffing of the bed being slid underneath her and back across the carpet as she finds herself swaying above the bare floor, spread-eagled; her orifices now waist high to the men.

       “Time to be penetrated by something other then that phallus in your rectum, Jodi!”  The elder states as he steps beside her.  Placing his hand on the taut rope stretching her head back, sliding his other hand across the glistening chrome of the butt hook, he glances toward the red, thin welts across her buttocks.  Smiling, he nods toward the men as one steps in front, the other behind her.  Their cocks stiffening, the swelling knobs flick across her chin and butt cheeks simultaneously as the man behind her grips the butt hook’s rope, the other cuffing her ears.

       To the side, glancing toward the other women, the elder nods them forward.  Silently approaching, he hands both a reconfigured version of a Wartenberg pinwheel.  Directed to either side of Amy, he positions them next to her, each cupping one of her dangling breasts with one hand while holding the handle of the multi spiked wheel in the other.

       “Amy, if you cry out, even mutter as you’re servicing these men, your breasts will be harshly pricked as punishment… Even harsher between your legs.”  He instructs as he takes a pinwheel in his hand, holds it next to her face.  “Remember, I mentioned earlier your breasts would receive their due attention also…. And as it’s not allowed for them to be flogged, the spiked pinwheels will work just fine.  If you don’t show enough enthusiasm, you can expect an adjustment… Understand?”

       Panicking, glaring wide eyed toward him, back toward the man’s huge cock slapping across  her cheeks, then back toward the multi spiked pinwheel gleaming in his hand, she tries to shake her head, muffle through the ‘O’ ring, only able to emit pathetic grunts.

       “Okay… I take that as a ‘Yes’ Amy.”  He nods as he slips the pinwheel back to the redhead.  Again glancing toward the group, stepping back, he takes a seat several feet away, faces his entertainment and nods again.  “Begin!”

       Rasping for breath, aches and cramps already racking her spread body, she’s unprepared for the harshness as she catches the thick cock ramming between the ‘O’ ring, stretching, twisting the hard rubber, forcing her jaws even wider.  Tasting the salty fluid across her lips, her flattened tongue, the added pain of the sudden thrust of the other cock tearing into her oiled vagina jolts her suspended body.  The swollen shaft engulfing her mouth thrusts its way across her tonsils, deep down her throat as his pubic mound presses against her flattening nose, his scrotum slapping across her chin.  Instantaneously, she feels the man’s shaft behind her burrowed to the hilt inside her vagina.  The horrendous sensations of all three of her orifices being stretched by the pair of engorged cocks and the hard metal phallus are unbearable as her naked body uncontrollably spasms between the creaking posts. 

       Gagging, jerking, her body stretched inside and out, she feels the relentless harsh rhythm of the men’s shafts ramming in and out, back and forth as she continuously jerks in her restraints, the butt hook tearing at her anus.  Choking, coughing, her body stretching, bouncing for agonizing minutes, the thick shafts burrowing almost impossibly deeper into her bowed body from both ends, she’s terrified her orifices must be ripping.  Almost nauseous, on the verge of hyperventilating, even more pain’s applied, resonating through her tortured body as the sudden sharp pin pricks trace harshly across her breasts.  Her areolas, her nipples feel the makeshift Wartenberg wheels rolling back and forth, crisscrossing her bulging melons as they’re twisted and tugged by the women’s unrelenting hands.

       The elder sits and enjoys the spectacle.  His robe spread, his hand slowly stroking his own swollen shaft as he watches the suspended naked body dancing spread-eagled in front of him.  Oiled, gyrating, blood already drips from her pricked breasts as the needles continue to sink in, leaving trails of the tiniest, but extremely painful puncture marks.  Both muscular men relentless, their thickening shafts at least a solid nine inches in length, their thrusts continuously pounding into the hilt, their scrotums alternately slapping across her chin and clit as she gags, gasps for breath.  Defensively arching upward in the cuffs, her wrists and ankles raw, a shade of crimson from scrapping against the leather, she pathetically tries to rise above the pricking Wartenberg wheels still crisscrossing her bulging nipples, her breasts as the onslaught continues, escalating for another several long, painful minutes.

       Wracked with pain, body uncontrollably trembling, choking for breath as the cock pressing through the ‘O’ ring seems to swell even thicker in her throat as it’s held in for longer periods of time with each thrust, the multiple pain begins to become as one, spreading across her entire tortured body.  Eyes rolling upwards into the back of her head, the room spinning, a spurt of urine dribbles from between her legs, splashing across the floor below her as her ravaged body becomes limp, she no longer struggles.

       The man behind her grunts as his naked body flexes, his hips jerking.  Gripping the rope tighter with both hands, jerking her head back, he rams all the way in, his body trembling as his cum explodes deep inside her.  The other man, also grunting continues to thrust forward as his shoulders, hips begin reflexively twitching.  Ramming his cock completely in, stretching the ‘O’ ring around his girth as he grunts even louder, her cheeks bulging as his pulsing cock shoots its loud, the head of his throbbing cock forced halfway down her throat. 

       Enough!... Enough for now!”  The elder waves his hand toward the women as he realizes the men have spent themselves in her unconscious body.  “Clean her… Both orifices!”  He nods.

       Stepping back, the women lower their instruments, dropping them to the floor.  Their naked bodies glistening as they stand side by side, they wait for room.  The men, one at a time also pull out.  Stepping back, the cock slipping out from the ‘O’ ring flips across Amy’s chin as an audible ‘Swoosh’ of air escapes her throat.  Hanging limply by the shackles, traces of blood drips from the tips of her nipples quivering off her dangling breasts as the pinholes trace circles around her tit flesh.  Barely rocking back and forth, her head still drawn tautly back by the rope connecting the butt plug, her drenched, limp body continues to shine; glistening spread-eagled between the horizontal posts.            

       Circling her, the women remove the towels from their hair.  The redhead steps between Amy’s thighs, the blonde in front.  Kneeling on their towels, both place their hands palms upward on their thighs as they press their faces forward, their tongues out.  Slipping her tongue through the ‘O’ ring, pressing her mouth against Amy’s, the blonde begins licking, slurping.  The redhead also leans forward, her tongue flicking down below Amy’s clitoris before dragging up across the soaked labia flaps, milky juices oozing, dripping from the gapping slit.

       While the redhead continues lapping back and forth, up and down across Amy’s thighs and vagina, around the butt hook, the blonde leans down twists her neck as she slips her tongue across Amy’s left nipple, areola, around the global tit flesh.  Licking the crimson drenched breast clean, she twists, presses her face against the right breast, lapping its soaked flesh clean.  A couple minutes, finished, they glance toward the elder while remaining kneeling with palms up.

       Smiling, nodding, he acknowledges his satisfaction as he stands.  “Good!”  He calmly speaks.  “Now, to awaken her.”  Stepping in front of the posts, snapping a capsule, he whiffs it across her upper lip, below her nostrils, once, twice, a third time.  “Amy?... Amy!”

       Eyes blinking, the acrid smell burning her nostrils, she grunts as she coughs, spitting up more milky fluids mixed with her spittle. Glancing around the room, the naked men, the naked women, her mind can’t quite adjust to her predicament.  Again the searing burn of her joints returning, the ache of her pricked breasts pounding in her chest, she feels her spread-eagled body involuntarily quivering with reflexive shivers, the butt hook impaling her still tugging at her hair.

       A crop now in his hand, he leans toward her face, and scolds.  “You didn’t remain silent… That will cost you an even half dozen lashes across your vagina!”  Stepping toward her rear, he adds.  “Any cries and the strokes won’t count, Amy.”

       Barely conscious, hardly understanding his threat, she hangs limply between the posts as he steps around her.

       “Swish!”  Flicking the crop, it smacks between her spread folds.  “Thwack!”  Watching her body jerk.  “Agghhhh!”  A squeal emits from the ‘O’ ring as he smiles to himself.

       “Swish!”  A second flick, just a little harder and the tip of the crop glances off the chrome sinking into her rectum. “Smack!”

       “Aggghhhhhh!!”  Another pitiful screech as her body arches, breasts flailing, her hands becoming fists, her toes curling as the cuffs vibrate in the tautly stretching ropes.

       “Swish!”  The third flick, the leather flattens her exposed clit.  “Thwack!” 

       “Oomph!”  Unable to mask her grunt, the leather searing her raw clit, her body arches, bows as she struggles to hush her scream, the pain ripping through her womb.

       “What… Did you speak Amy?”  He mocks as he watches her head frantically trying to jerk back and forth in the tight rope, her bare breasts thrusting out, smacking together.  “Should I start over?”

       Again her head twitching back and forth as her body gyrates in the stretched ropes, he flicks the crop yet again.  “Swish!”

       “Thwack!”  The forth blow, the hardest yet, crisscrosses the last.  “Agghhhh!”

       Smiling to himself, he glances toward the women, their heads lowered but their eyes glancing toward the painful vagina flogging.  “Did she cry out again?”  He asks with his sarcastic grin.  “Should I allow her maybe a little mercy this time?”

       Lowering their eyes, not even nodding, they instinctively remain neutral.  Turning back toward Amy’s backside; he raises his fist, the crop in hand.  “Two quick ones Amy…  Silence or two more, on top of those!... Prepare yourself for two harsher ones.”

       “Swish!... Thwack!”   “Swish… Thwack!”  Forehand, backhand, the crop flexes, twists between her spread thighs as it follows the crease of her butt cheeks, flattens her clit, leaves instant bruises across her pubic mound with a pair of thin red welts, her labia folds puffy, purplish.

       “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!...   Aaaggghhh!!!”  Unable to hold her screams, she jerks, twists in her restraints, again her oiled breasts swaying, stretching, specks of perspiration mixed with saliva, oil sprays across the floor.

       “Swish!... Thwack!”   “Swish… Thwack!”  Another harsh backhand, a harsher forehand and the crop sinks into her quivering, puffy flesh repeatedly, directly across the last two even as urine spurts from her thighs as she continues to jerk uncontrollably.

       “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!”  Another long scream as saliva spews from the ‘O’ ring, her eyes rolling in her head, urine streaming across the floor below her from between her quivering thighs as her eyes roll upwards in her head.

       Lowering the crop, stepping forward, he tilts his head, glances into her tortured eyes, swollen, barely fluttering.  “That scream’s okay Amy… Okay!... Your punishment’s done… For now!”  Again glancing toward the pair of nude women, he nods toward the bed.

       Stepping away, leaving the room as the other two men retrieve their robes, slipping them on as they follow, the women push the bed beneath Amy, centers it between the posts.  Unshackling the cuffs, wrists first, ankles last, Amy’s naked body glistens as it drops breasts first across the bedspread, still arched spread eagled.  Untying the rope from her hair, tugging the butt plug from her puckered anus, her bowed body drops face down, sprawling flat across the bed, her oiled breasts pressed flat against the mattress, visible from behind her back, the nipples spread out to either side on the bed, her workout over.

End Part Two