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DRAGON LADY
PART THREE
Escorted from their building, taken to the adjoining high-rise, Lynn’s initiation into her new lifestyle begins in earnest as she’s showcased.
Chapter One
Practically stumbling blindfolded into the room, Lynn hears the sliding door opening in front of her. Sensing the rush of air, paraded out onto the balcony by a hand on the taut rope binding her elbows behind her back, the fronts of her thighs brush abruptly up against the clammy tubular metal rail. The sensation of the wet metal against her flesh, the cool dampness swirling in the still humid breeze, she senses her breasts, her shoulders collecting droplets of moisture as the sounds of the city filter up from below.
“You now will answer as Dorei… Only to Dorei in Sensie’s presence,” the Oriental girl whispers into Lynn’s ear. “That is who you are, and I am now Kunoichi to you!... Now we wait for Sensei, to begin with your ritual.”
“Kunoichi!” The husky male voice rings out from behind as he also steps out onto the balcony, his black satin robe curling. “You’ve appeared to have outdone yourself!”
Hearing the strongly accented voice, ominously realizing it’s the giant Oriental behind her, feeling the huge palm of the man’s hand sliding across the top of her shoulder pressing her further outward, she’s forced to lean forward across the railing. Flexing, Lynn feels her thighs pressing harsher across the metal tube, her ankles twisting as she struggles to balance in her stilettos.
“Yes Sensei, She’s even more then I remembered.”
Her friend’s voice answering him from beside her, almost an obedient tone now, Lynn feels the blindfold being barely slipped higher onto her forehead by the girl’s fingers. Blinking, her eyes just partially uncovered as her head’s tilted back by her braid of hair, she stares past her dangling breasts, down through the darkness into the vast empty space, toward the distant courtyard between the buildings. “Ooommpphh!” Startled, feeling her elbows firmly gripped, her chest forced even further out into the damp void, her hips pressing across the narrow metal rail, she feels her chest pounding, the shock, the terror of being pressured out over the railing fifteen stories up. “Wha… Oooohhh!... My God!...….Oooohhh!”
Panicking, breasts swaying as she’s arched forward, trying to bow back, she feels his hands tugging on the bindings, straightening her, holding her steady.
“Look!... Look across the way, Dorei!”
Feeling her chin gripped in the man’s firm grip as he speaks, forced to stare beneath the mask toward the other high-rise, she focuses in toward the various apartments, the groups of people on their dark balconies watching.
“They’re expecting quite an exhibition; you’re going to give it to them, aren’t you?... You’re going to be obedient and submit to my demands!”
Again his strong Oriental accented voice intimidating, feeling his hand again pressing into the small of her back, her thighs flattening precariously against the edge of the balcony as she tiptoes in her heels, feeling the trickles of moisture dripping across her bare shoulders hanging out over the rail, she nods, mutters, rambles, “Ye… Yes!…. Oh God yes!.... Okaaa… Okay!... I will!... Yes!... Any… Anything!”
Momentarily pulled back again, the mask slipped back into place by the girl’s hands, her mind races as her stomach churns. Rasping breathes, feeling herself again being forced against the railing, spattering rain drops beading, streaking across, dripping from her rounded mounds again being thrust out past the railing, she grunts, pleads, “Oh God… Don’t… Don’t… I… I’ll do whatever your want!..... Pleeeezee!... I will!”
“Yes you will!... Yes you will, Dorei,” the girl’s voice forceful as her hands grip Lynn’s shoulder, guides her back a couple steps toward the open door, through it to the center of the room. Turning her to face the open balcony on a small, raised platform, she orders, “Stand silently without movement.” The girl’s voice remains stern, now with just a hint of her accent.
“Keep her in place, Kunoichi,” the man orders. Stepping behind Lynn, slipping the robe from his shoulders, his oiled, muscular body glistens as he steps close to Lynn’s curled fingers pressed across her butt cheeks.
Feeling the girl’s fists gripping her breasts, the curling hands melding her wet flesh, twisting outward in opposite directions, tugging, pulling her torso slightly forward, Lynn senses the warmth of the man’s thick manhood pressing across her quivering fingers.
“Spread your hands apart Dorei, then grip me with both hands,” he orders as he grips the rope binding her elbows, lifts.
Fingers flexing, twitching as her elbows tug back and upward into an arch behind her, she feels his cock smacking across the crease of the tops of her butt cheeks as her hands slide back across her rounded rumps to grasp for the thick shaft. Her fingers sliding across his foreskin, sensing its incredible girth, in the darkness of the mask she feels her heart pounding, her stomach churning as she tries to grip the throbbing cock. Nervous, even bigger then she could imagine, cupping, curling her thumbs, her forefingers around the huge shaft, stretching, twisting, trying to touch her hands together, she’s startled that she can’t.
“Stroke it… Masturbate it Dorei,” he orders as her fingers slip across his foreskin. “Prepare it to enter you!”
Struggling in her stilettos, awkwardly balancing on the platform, ignoring the manipulations of her breasts, her head tilts reflexively toward her side and downward as her hands begin to tremble as she grapples with his warm cock. Stretching across, gripping, stroking her fingers, thumbs around, back and forth, the length, girth of his shaft seem impossible as she feels the thick meat pulsing, pressing against her butt.
“Hold her ankles apart Kunoichi, she’s pathetic with her hands!”
His voice from behind, Lynn feels her breasts released, bouncing, swaying across her thrust out chest, her ankles gripped, spread back and forth in gruff increments above the small wooden platform. Reflexively gripping his shaft for balance, her body contorted, twisted into a sort of serpentine stance, she senses the girl’s fists tightly clamping onto both ankles.
“Time to be mounted Dorei!... Time to ride me.”
“Huh?” Lynn’s voice shrill, more of a reflex; she reflexively grips tighter onto his pulsing shaft to avoid falling forward. Breasts swaying, arched outward as his fists begin twisting the taut rope between her bound elbows, she feels on the verge of sprawling headfirst with her ankles held firmly in place by the girl.
‘Guide it in… Spread your legs and guide it in!... Now!”
Again her head tilting downward toward her side, her lips parted, more out of concern then questioning his demands, she squeezes, grips his shaft, attempts to somehow spread her knees, to fit the pulsing monstrosity between her thighs. Sensing the thick, swollen crown grinding downward through the crease of her buttocks, pressed across her puckered rectum as she tugs, she’s barely able to touch her fingertips, thumbs around its circumference as the throbbing head presses across, between her spreading labium.
“Oomph!....... Oomph!” Grunting, moaning as her neck strains, her head continues to twist downward to the side, her lips stretching into a bright red oval as her body tilts forward. Her pendulous breasts freely swaying from side to side, back and forth, heart pounding in her chest, she reflexively tries to tiptoe even higher in the six inch heels as she feels the firm girth of the head of his cock spreading her apart, the folds of her labium stretching, spreading to encase his throbbing manhood. Holding her breath as she feels the first couple inches ‘plop’ inward, impaling her, she feels as if she’s being split like no one ever has before. “Aaaaaggggghhhhhh!”
His cock held steady between her quivering thighs, she senses his hands being repositioned onto the ropes behind her as her ankles are held firm. Body trembling, stomach hollowing, rippling as she takes a deep breath, exhales, inhales again, she apprehensively waits behind the darkness of her mask, her fingers still gripped tightly around his throbbing manhood.
“Aaaahhhhhhhh!” Another uncontrollable rasp as she feels her arms being painfully hoisted further up behind her head in his harsh grip causing her hands to slip away; her gripping fingers to lose contact with his pulsing shaft as it sinks inward another inch or so between her clenching thighs. “Oomph!” Shoulders throbbing, breasts bouncing, her knees bend, legs bow as her feet twist, the toes of the stilettos pointing inward in the Oriental girl’s grasp. Head rising, twisting back and forth, lips widely parted below the black cloth mask, she continuously moans as she slides down across his cock, “Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!.... Aaaaaaahhhhh!”
Queasy, lightheaded, apprehensive, the sensation of his shaft continuing to slowly penetrate her, her hips lurch upwards as her vaginal walls cling to, impossibly stretch around his unnatural girth, her contorting body slipping another couple agonizing inches downward as she feels her ankles twisted, her feet spreading further apart.
“Humph!... Aaaggghhh!”
Blinded by the mask, her fists clenching, her arms being stretched further upwards behind her in his tight grip with her knees bowing inwards, she feels as if her insides are being consumed, pressed aside by the girth of his cock sliding, grinding inwards. “Oomph!” Sensing her ankles being lifted, her bowed, twisted body being hoisted up off the platform, her buttocks slides even further back onto his throbbing cock with her grunts becoming painful, terrified screams as she feels she’s being ripped apart. “Aaaaagggghhhh!... Aaaaggghhhh!... Aaaaggghhhhhhh!”
Lifted, dropped, hoisted and dropped, her ankles firmly held apart keeping her quivering knees spread, she feels his cock impaling her an agonizing inch or more at a time, splitting her, consuming her as the forth, fifth, sixth drop rams his cock deeper and deeper past her stretching, ripping vaginal walls. “Aaaaaaaggggghhhhhhhhh!... Aaaaggghhhh… Aaaggghhhh!”
Trembling, mumbling incoherently, head shaking back and forth, she feels her ankles released, her feet dropping free as her legs sway back and forth above the floor. “Aaaggghhh!” Her bound elbows shoved forward in his gripping fists as her buttocks presses back, rests against his muscular abs, her chest thrusts out, breasts swaying, bouncing as her naked body uncontrollably jerks; twists on his impaling cock finally rammed its entire length between her stretched thighs. The pain searing, rippling clear to her womb, her head slumps forward as she dangles semi-conscious from her mount.
Shuffling toward the balcony, through its open divider, he positions himself in front of the railing still firmly gripping Lynn’s slumping body by her bound elbows. Facing the other tower, lifting, dropping, he lifts again and again, letting her limp body bounce on his impaling shaft, her legs sway, dangle as her firm breasts jaunt outward, jiggle, her head swaying back and forth, her chin dragging across her sternum for another score of thrusts as his dark toned muscles ripple beneath the lighting.
A couple harsh grunts, his body noticeably trembling, his knees bow, his hips squat as he holds firm, explodes his orgasm deep inside her. A couple more thrusts, again holding firm, again squatting; he explodes again as her limp body jerks. Holding still for a few seconds, tugging her body back against his chest, lifting her upwards, his crimson coated shaft slides outward, ‘plops’ free as he drops her to the floor of the balcony.
Stepping back, glancing toward the Oriental girl, he growls, “She’s yours, take her away Kunoichi, she’s been initiated, she’s going to make a good Dorei in time with proper training.”
End Part Three
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