ATONEMENT

ATONEMENT

Chapter Seven

       It’s been but just a couple weeks.  Bonnie wonders to herself what else she, her abused body can be put through, can there possibly be any more humiliations for her to be subjected too?  Sitting in the back of Tim’s car, she glances out at the private entrance as they drive slowly past the occupied guard shack, continuing toward the now familiar house up the neatly manicured brick drive.  A lump in her throat, her thoughts of that long weekend seeming like it were just yesterday racing through in her mind, she braces for what’s in store for her this time around.

       Pulling around the expansive house to the rear garage entrance, the car stopping just outside the closed carriage door, Tim and Christina exit the front seat, shuts their doors nearly simultaneously.  Taking a deep breath, watching her car door opened, she steps out, glances around the side of the house toward the equally manicured yard, the sun setting across the apparatus still prominently displayed where she was videoed and photographed being flogged naked for a fetish magazine and DVD.  Those memories fresh in her mind, she instinctively cups her braless breasts through her flimsy white cotton summer dress, recollecting the memories of the ropes binding, stretching around her tit flesh, suspending her nearly off the ground during her videoed beating that Saturday morning.

       “That made for a nice video Bonnie.”  Tim chuckles, noticing her faraway stare as he smiles, glances over toward the yard then back toward her.  “Don’t be surprised if they’re going to have you do a part two this weekend!”

       “You know there’s going to be something videoed!”  Christina chimes in, adding.  “That first one’s going to be quite a hit by the way they tell it…. Really popular already with the editors.”

       Stepping toward the side door, ringing the buzzer, a matter of moments and the door swings open.

       “Tim… Christina!”  The sandy haired man nods with a smile.  Glancing toward Bonnie, he appreciatively adds.   “And there’s our favorite submissive porn star!... Bonnie… I’ve… We’ve been waiting for your return!”

       Lowering her eyes, his voice searing into her thoughts, she can’t help but noticing the bulge in the crotch of his sweatpants, the mound pressing out between his thighs, the outline of his cock that he used repeatedly in every single one of her orifices just a few days ago when no one else was around.

       “I don’t know how many times I’ve masturbated watching that rough cut video… Watching that tight little innocent body of yours being worked over for what… Almost three whole hours out on the lawn?”  Nodding toward Tim and Cristina, he adds.  “Now at least for the next three days I won’t have to whack off anymore… I understand we’ve got her back here again to use for the whole weekend!”  Glancing toward Bonnie, he adds.  “And do we have some ideas for you and those titties this time around!”  Glancing back toward the pair he adds.  “But first I guess you already know we’re having a private little party later tonight for some interested investors from the west coast…  A new range of porns with her all weekend… The first for tonight just fucking… Yea… She’s going to be sharing the center of attention with someone else she’s familiar with tonight… The two of them will be our source of a new video all evening long.”  Glancing at the trio, especially Bonnie, he adds.  “The rest of the weekend I’m sorry to say Bonnie, is going to make your first video from a couple weeks ago look rather tame!”

       Nodding toward Tim, Christina, he offers.  “Go on in… Make yourselves comfortable; get refreshed before you have to leave.”  Glancing back toward Bonnie as he pulls her aside, grabbing her by the shoulder he harshly orders.  “Get upstairs to that same room you had with us last time… And get out of that dress… Strip naked and bend over and grip those ankles while you wait for me!... The house is empty for the next couple hours… Now go on and be ready to fuck when I get up there!”  Patting her on the ass, he adds.  “We need to loosen you up a bit before tonight’s performance… Let’s see if that ass is still just as nice and tight!”

Flushing as he spins her around, she feels her heart pounding in her chest as she forces herself to obediently find her own way to the rear servant’s stairs to the second floor.  Apprehensively walking to the third entrance along the hallway, she steps inside the already open door.  The familiar room with the familiar bed close to the curtained window, she slowly slips the sandals off her feet one at a time, dropping them across floor beside the bed.  Glancing toward the dresser mirror she slips the summer dress up over her waist, across her breasts and shoulders, slips it out over her head, drops it across the starched white comforter covering the king sized mattress.  Glancing again at her reflection in  the mirror, the ceiling light glimmers off her tanned glistening body as her naked image stares back at her.  The lash marks faded, she’s beginning to understand why she’s not been whipped the past couple weeks, why she’s been ordered to get regular tans at the salon.

       Thinking of his belligerent tone, the threat of him soon sodomizing her, and she apprehensively realizes it’s just the beginning of another three day weekend at this house, the entire estate something out of a fiction novel, a sadistic tale.  The despair along with the chilling anticipation of what their plans are for her sends chills up her spine.  Knowing everything they do with her is going to be videoed, the participant’s obviously sick individuals, she can’t block out the fact that she’s come here almost willingly herself, even if it is under duress.

Outside noise breaking her train of thought, stepping toward the window and barely parting the curtain, staring down toward the driveway she watches Tim and Christina’s car leaving.  “Not ready yet?”  The sandy haired man’s voice firmly rings out from behind her, from the hallway as she turns, crosses her bare breasts while reflexively flattening them across her chest with her forearms.

       “Close that curtain… Now get over here and show me those bare tits again… Shove ‘em out here for me!… Way out… Make ‘em stretch… Shake ‘em too!... Now!”  He orders in his gruff voice.

       Letting the curtain quickly slip shut even as he’s scolding her, apprehensively stepping toward him as she lowers her arms, hands, she glances down toward her globular melons as she embarrassingly watches the thick nipples jiggle back and forth across her  swaying breasts while she reluctantly obeys, forces herself to hesitantly jerk her shoulders from side to side as commanded.  Arching her shoulders back, pushing her breasts outward, she lowers her eyes as his hands reaches out and cups both.

       “Damn Bonnie!... This is still a nice fucking rack!”  He smirks as he presses the palms of her hands against her breasts.  “Yea… I think I’m going to give ‘em a little workout after I’m done sticking my cock up your ass!... Now go ahead and bend that ass over by the bottom of the bed for me!... Now!” 

       Stepping nervously toward the foot of the bed, still hesitantly turning, bending, she slips her hands down her sides, reaches out and grips her ankles as she feels her breasts brushing across her knees.

       “Spread!”

       Again awkwardly obeying, shuffling her feet wider apart, breasts freely swaying, she feels the back of her head, her shoulders press across the wooden foot-rail of the bed.  Struggling to breathe while feeling like she’s folded in half, she grunts, moans with each breath as she watches from between her legs as he approaches her backside.  Seeing his sweatpants dropping to his ankles, feeling his hands on her butt cheeks, she braces as his thick cock hanging, swaying between his legs brushes across her bare thighs.

       “Damn!”  He exclaims as he aligns the head of his swelling shaft against her spreading slit, rubs it against her clit.  “I’ve been thinking of this since you left!”  Still probing, slipping the rounded tip just into the rim of her spreading orifice, spreading her labia folds with his fingertips, he spits on his other hand, smacks it across her spreading vulva, jerks his hips forward, thrusts completely in on a single, slow but forceful thrust.

       “Oomph!...Aaaggghhh!”  Feeling her vagina stretching, the head of his shaft practically burying itself against her womb, her back’s forced to grind against the end of the bed.

       Quivering, firmly impaled for several seconds, his cock then just as slowly withdrawing, her labia flesh grips, pulls back across his thick shaft as she feels his cock slipping free, tugging her hips with him.  His shaft ‘plopping’ free, her naked body again rocks forward, her knees trembling, almost buckling. “Ooohhh!”

       “Oops… Wrong hole!”  He sarcastically scowls…  “I said I was going to fuck you in that tight little ass of yours… Didn’t I?”

       Her heart pounding as again feeling his shaft pressing between her thighs, the swelling head presses against the rim of her anus as she frantically grips her ankles, feels her sphincter muscles stretching, gripping his still swelling cock as he forces just an inch or so inside her stretching rectum.

       “Oomph!”  Spreading, burning, she feels the flesh around her rectum almost tearing as he penetrates another slow, painful inch.  “Aaggghhhh!”  Again her back pressing against the foot board, her shuddering, contracting sphincter muscles gripping his shaft as he flexes his hips forward, she continues to grunt as he rams another couple thick inches between her trembling thighs.

       “Hold still… Take a breath!”  He grunts as his thighs stiffen.  “All the way this time!”  Reaching down, gripping, twisting and stretching her breasts around her quivering legs in his tightening fists, a sudden thrust, his cock burrows up to the hilt.

       “Aaaaaggggghhhhh!!!”  Slamming against the bed board, her hands jerking up across her butt cheeks, she screams as his cock rips at her tearing rectum.  “Ooooommmpphh!” Another groan as she feels his shaft twitching, pulsing deep inside her as her knees buckle, the top of her head scraping the floor as her breasts stretch back past her shuddering knees in his tight clench.

       “Hold still!”  He orders as he slowly flexes his hips, withdraws and inch or so at a time.  Watching her naked body trembling, smiling to himself as the head of his cock slips out, crimson tinged as it glistens, pulses, he releases her breasts as he grips her hands, spins her around and roughly forces her onto her knees.  “Open wide… Now!… Open and assume the position for me to shoot a load in that mouth… Push those tits up toward me too while I face fuck you!”

       Her rectum burning, forced to glance toward his thickening cock, her mouth hesitantly parts as she nervously cups the bottoms of her breasts, lifts them up toward him.  Watching the head of his cock brushing across her cheek, flicking against her nose as he slowly strokes his shaft with his right hand, she keeps her lips spread, waits.  The head of his cock pulsing as he flicks it, an oozing dribble across her lips and she tastes his pre cum mixed with her own glistening secretions.  Reflexively gripping, squeezing her globular mounds as she closes her eyes, she lets the head of his shaft slip between her spreading lips, feels it press across her tongue.

       Grunting, pressing against her face, pumping a little harsher, he grips the back of her head as he jams his manhood further between her lips, forces over half his shaft inward with a single thrust.  “Oomph!... Yeh… Yes!... Push those tits up here bitch!”  Grunting, groaning as he pumps deeper, he feels his pulsing shaft pressing against her throat, jamming past her tongue, her tonsils as her closed eyes widen, glare upwards into his as she struggles for breath while continuing to squeeze her darkening bulging breasts up towards him.

       Thrusting, ramming, his cock disappears between her stretching lips, deep into her yawning mouth as saliva drools from the sides of her face, her eyes rolling back in her head as her nostrils flair for air, her hollowing stomach flexing as her hips tremble above her jerking knees.  His scrotum slapping across her chin as he burrows, thrusts, she can feel the pulsing, the mounting contractions of his thick shaft as he grips the back of her head with both hands, forces her face against his pubic mound, spurts, explodes his load deep inside her grasping mouth.  His cock pulsing, his cum squirting in her throat, he jerks back, splashes her face with another wad of cum as he twists her head back and away.

       Gasping, air gushing into her lungs, his cum covering her nose, eyes as it streaks across her still parted lips, her gripped breasts are discolored, swollen between her clenching fists as she blinks her eyes.

       “Lick It clean… Then swallow!”  He orders as he slips his glistening shaft back and forth across her face, against her lips, smearing his cum in a trail across her mouth.  “Use that tongue and lick me completely clean, then lick around your mouth… Clean it up!  He continues in a stern voice as he grips her forearms, lifts upwards.  “And stretch those arms up too … Put your hands up there behind your head… Push those titties out for me so I can play with ‘em while you finish licking!”

       Staring down at her flushed face, still thinking how beautiful and extraordinary her body is for her age, being in her late thirties, thinking how harsh it all has to be for her mentally, again at her age to accept this kind of humiliation, the abuse, he smiles to himself as he lowers his hands, gives both breasts a harsh twist, firmly lifts.

       Frantically arching, twisting, she pushes her antagonized breasts further outward in his hands as she clenches her fingers behind her neck.  Rising, stretching on her knees, forcing herself upward on the tops of her feet while she’s hoisted by his fists twisting at her clenched breasts, her head tilts back as she bites down on her lower lip to suppress her pain.  Holding her breath, she feels her breasts stretching until he again finally lets her down, momentarily releases her pain wracked melons.  Cautiously glancing up into his eyes through her tears, watching and feeling him getting a firmer grip, cupping both her firm melons again in his palms she softly moans, waits for another painful manipulation.

       “I said suck my dick!”  He scolds, staring back down and nodding menacingly toward his cock swaying in front of her face, feeling her breasts natural fullness, melding, tweaking the nipples as she humiliatingly begins working her flexing tongue, licking close to his scrotum.  Again lifting with his tensioning grip encircling her breasts, his forearms flexing as he hoists her upwards, he forces his cock deeper into her mouth as her knees lift upwards barely scraping the floor.

       “Arms up and apart!... Legs too… Lift your feet up behind you!”  He grunts as her bulging breasts discolor in his gripping fists.  “Out and apart… Now!” He almost screams his sadistic command as he spreads his legs for balance, his biceps, forearms flexing, straining as he lifts upwards.

       Mouth stretched wide, unclenching her fists, she raises and stretches her arms outward, her fingers spread wide as she’s again painfully hoisted from the floor by her aching melons.  ”Arch that back… Arms further back!... Keep sucking that dick!”  He again menacingly orders as she feebly tries to obey his practically impossible order, her body painfully arching backwards as she quivers with her arms trembling back high above her head.

       Lifted up off the floor, hoisted only by her breasts in his powerful grip, his cock halfway in, halfway out of her mouth, she struggles to breathe as the searing pain tears through her tortured chest.  Tears streak down her cheeks as he lifts higher, her feet flexing up behind her trembling thighs as he stares down toward her.  Clenching her trembling fists while struggling to keep her knees spread apart as she’s suspended above the floor in her unimaginable position, she’s finally dropped to the floor.  Sprawled, staring toward the open doorway through her blurring eyes, in excruciating pain and humiliation, she’s stunned by the sight of the black man stepping in from the hallway, the same man with the huge cock from the cellar she was forced to mount before.

       Dressed only in a dark robe and sandals he silently walks toward her.  Gripping her from behind, he lifts her off the floor.  Cradling her in his arms, turning back to the hallway he silently begins his descent down the rear stairway, past the first floor, into the bowels of the mansion.  The winding stairs, the stone walls, the trail to the mansion’s closed dungeon door are all forebodingly familiar.

       The door swung opened by the sandy haired man, she’s carried to the vacant wooden rack, laid on her back across its harsh surface.  Everything so surreal, heart pounding, eyes widening as her arms and legs are stretched outward by the two men, ropes wrapped, secured around her wrists and ankles, she feels the almost instantaneous stretching of her naked body as the methodical ‘clanking’ of the wooden wheel echoes above her head  as  the handle’s slowly turned in the black man’s grip.

        ‘Clank……………… Clank…………… Clank!’

       Slowly tugged, a block of wood slid under the small of her back and her nude body begins to arch painfully upwards, her breasts separating, spreading apart as the tendons in her arms, legs become defined under her taut flesh.

       ‘Clank!............... Clank!’

       Biting on her lower lip, her body stretching, she frantically glances downward from between her taut, hollowed armpits, across her thrust out sternum as her raising breasts form into firm globular mounds.  The nipples quivering, she feels the burning in her extremities as the ropes tug at her hip joints, her shoulders.

       ‘Clank!.................. Clank!’

       “Oomph!”  Letting the back of her head drop back against the wooden surface between her stretching arms as she grunts, closes her eyes, each slow ‘clank’ sends a fresh painful burning jolt through her body.   Het taut body practically vibrating between the creaking ropes, only the small of her back supported across the rack by the narrow slate of wood crossing beneath her and the table, she clinches her fists, curls her toes as the ropes chaff across her bound wrists and ankles.

       ‘Clank!’

       “Ohhhhhh!”  Another moan as the ropes creak, stretch even tighter with each insidious manipulation as she twists her neck, buries her face against her left arm, feels the salty moisture of her perspiration burning her tearing eyes.

           The Jamaican watches her naked body trembling, tautly stretched outward on the rack beneath him and the other man, the only ones in the dungeon, no one else around.  Dropping his robe, his thick, long cock semi-erect, he steps toward the upper half of the rack, flips his huge shaft across her chest, slapping across her bare breasts.

       Feeling the weight of his cock, the warmth, almost heat as it slides between, across her arched out breasts, she turns her face away as it slaps up beneath her chin, across her forehead.  Feeling her hair gripped, her face turned upright, the thick cock slaps across her lips, her nose as he grins down toward her, his white teeth brightly shinning.

       “Open wide!”  He grunts with more then just a hint of his Jamaican accent.  “Taste my cock… The one you rode the last time here!”  Gripping, twisting her hair to tilt her face toward him, watching her wide eyes glare up at him as her lips slowly part, he smiles, grips his shaft just below the crown, presses it toward her opening mouth.  “Wider girl… Much wider for this cock to fit in there!”

          Feeling the hot dark meat pressing against her lips, her mouth stretching obscenely open, just the head probing, thrusting inward, her jaws ache as she moans.   Head tilting back while her lips tautly form a circle around the throbbing head of his shaft borrowing inward, her repeated grunts echo against the stone walls.  “Ooohhh!... Aaagghhh… Oomph!”

       Gasping, gagging as her body quivers in its tight bindings, her jaws feeling on the verge of dislocating, she fights for breath as her muscles tense throughout her flexing body.  Squinting her eyes, clenching her numbing fists, she feels the monstrous shaft being forced down into her throat, crushing her tongue beneath the burrowing meat.  “Oooommmpphh!!”  

         “That’s it girl… See?”  He’s pleased with himself as he forces his cock in just a little deeper, her face distorting as her stomach ripples, her naked body bows beneath him.  “Your mouth will stretch wide enough for this cock of mine!... It just takes time girl!”  Probing another couple inches, watching her naked body reflexively bowing, arching between the creaking ropes as she gurgles, he slips his cock back out, lets it slap again across her quivering melons as he glances toward the sandy haired man with a grin, speaks.  “Your turn man… Before I fuck her good… Maybe split her pussy apart this time!”

       “Why don’t you just work on those titties some, first?”  The man smiles back as he’s amused by the black glistening shaft resting like a coiling snake across Bonnie’s flattening breasts.  “I’ve been fucking her…Use that log you call a cock and see if you can put some bruises on those tits of hers pushed up there.”

       “Like this?”  Gripping his thick, swaying cock between his tightening fist, swaying his hips, arching forward, he slams the virtually black meat downward as Bonnie’s reddened eyes stare toward it in disbelief.

       “Thwack!”

       “Oomph!”  His shaft slamming across her hallowed stomach, she feels the air gush from her lungs as she grunts, arches.

       The sandy haired man stepping around the table grips Bonnie’s hair, forces her face toward the naked Jamaican, her disbelieving eyes toward his fist welding the huge swaying cock as he grunts.  “Go ahead… Pound those tits… The tits!”

       “Thwack!”

       “Yeh… That’s it!... Right across those nipples… Harder now!”

       The thick meat slamming painfully across her right breast, pressing her outthrust nipple deep into her flattening breast, she can barely utter a whimpering sound as she tries to catch her breath.

       “A new meaning for titty fucked…Huh?”  The man holding Bonnie’s hair scowls even as the obscenely long cock flexes downward from the tiptoeing man.

       “Thwack!”  Slamming off her jerking melon, glancing off her chin, she squints, grunts with pain as his thick manhood bruises her assaulted breast.

       “Thwack!... Thwack!............. Thwack!”  Back and forth, tiptoeing, lunging forward beside the rack, slamming his cock downward a couple times, his pulsing meat actually bows, flexes across her left breast, her right.  Swaying his hips, rearing back before he again slams his cock toward her again, grunting, he slams it downward across both.

       “Oomph!”  Chin forced down against her sternum, hazed eyes glaring straight ahead as his cock pounds across her breasts, the physical pain and the mounting humiliation’s surreal as his cock repeatedly slams into her again an again, like a fist slamming across her arching body.

       “Let’s see you hammer that cunt once!”

       Nodding, stepping down the side of the rack a step, he again twists his hips, flexes his monstrous cock at an angle across Bonnie’s stretched thighs.  “Smack!”

       “Oomph!”  Hips flexing from above the rack, the thick shaft slamming against her parted labium, flattening her raw clit, she bites her lip as her eyes squints shut.

       “Listen to me Bonnie!”  The sandy haired man leans over, whispers in her ear.  “I want you to remember something.”

       Twisting her face toward his as he nods for the Jamaican to step back, he stares into her swollen eyes.  “This was just a little game… From now on while you’re visiting us, my friend here will always be available to me… Just minutes away… Remember that!”

       Running his open hand across her glistening breasts, the barely discernable discoloring bruise around her nipple, he adds.  “This is going to be our little secret from the rest of the staff… Anyone!... This little play area’s off limits unless the group’s in session… But I’ve decided you’re mine for whatever I want from you down here… No matter even if no one else is in the mansion… Now… Like I said, it has to remain our secret… Don’t tell a sole or I’ll drag your ass back down here when I’ve got you alone like today and have him impale you with that cock of his!... Not just your cunt… But your ass… And even your mouth… I’ll have him bury his cock up to his balls down your throat!... Even beat you with it again!”

       “Now tell me you belong to me… To do with as I want down here!... And it’s just our secret… Tell me now or I’ll have him deep throat you!”

       The physical pain of her stretched body pulsing through every joint, forced to stare back into his eyes as she can’t even imagine that huge cock being forced down her throat, she hoarsely mumbles…. I’m… I’m yours to do with as you want… I… I belong to … To you to bring down here!... Nobody will… Will ever know!... Okay?... Okay?”

       He s smiles, give’s a nod toward the Jamaican at the head of the rack as the tensioning ropes are reversed.  As her body relaxes from the taut ropes, he again leans over.  “Time to get back upstairs… Clean you up and get you ready for this evening…. By the way… The new video tonight’s going to be him fucking your brains out for a couple hours!

Releasing the restraints, he adds.  “Maybe before the weekend’s over, I’ll bring you back down here… Just the two of us next time… I like the way you look on this rack!... Makes those tits so inviting!”

End Chapter 7