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CH 47
Denise arranged a bondage session for Dianne and me with a four visiting businessmen. She set it up in the dungeon in the back of the porn shop and we didn’t play any scenarios as sisters or anything. Denise just walked us in wearing chains and the men pounced on us before we were through the door.
They grabbed me and tied me over a bench and one of them began screwing me in my rectum before the others were finished tying the knots. The same thing happened to Diane, which made her angry. She was in the mood to be warmed up with some torture, and she let them know it.
I think that the men assumed that we were prostitutes and didn’t expect us to be true masochists. They were surprised when Dianne demanded to be whipped.
I wanted to feel the whip too but I kept silent, watching to see what was going to happen to her.
“She wants you to torture her,” Denise told them. “What are you waiting for?”
The men paused in surprise, until Denise started things moving by raking her nails down Dianne’s back and legs.
The men still stood unmoving, so Denise took a whip off the wall and slashed it across Dianne’s legs. When Dianne threw her head back and screamed in pure lust, the men went wild.
One of them yanked the whip out of Denise’s hand and began smacking it cross Dianne’s bottom. The others rushed to the wall and grabbed at other whips. One of them took down a killer bullwhip so thick and heavy that its never been used. Denise rushed over and took it from him.
“I don’t want to have to dispose of her dead body,” she said, handing him a smaller whip. “Use this one instead.”
They crowded around and whipped Dianne until she was cooing in delight. When they saw that she was trying to lift her body off the bench so the whips could reach her breasts, they tore her loose from the bench and hauled her up by her wrists.
The man who was fucking me pulled out to join them and I gasped in disappointment. Denise handed him a flogger and he swung it very clumsily. All of them were flailing away like amateurs and they promptly got the whips tangled up. They fumbled around trying to get them unsnarled.
Dianne looked at them in disbelief, then shook her head at Denise. Denise just stood back and laughed.
The men finally got the whips untangled and started swinging again. It was so disorganized that they were hitting each other. Denise clapped her hands and they stopped.
“One at a time,” She commanded. She pointed at one man. “You.”
The others stepped back and watched as the first man whipped Dianne’s body. It took him a few strokes but her eventually got the hang of it and the whip was connecting to Dianne’s satisfaction. She sighed happily, and closed her eyes.
Denise pointed to a second man. “Stand on the other side and you whip her too.”
As soon as the first two got in rhythm she allowed the third, then the fourth man to whip Dianne. She had them swing their whips in turn and a quick steady snapping sound came from Dianne’s skin.
Just as I’d feared, they ignored me. I gave Denise a look and she walked over to me. She turned me face up and quietly scraped her nails down my breasts and belly, then along the fronts of my legs. I let out a long, keening moan, which got the men’s attention. They paused to look as Denise clawed me again, from shoulders to ankles. Her nails felt like pure hell on my breasts but when she reached my belly she leaned over me and put greater pressure as she raked through my crotch. That set off a terrific orgasm.
The men forgot Dianne and crowded around. Their eyes were huge as Denise slowly scraped the insides of my thighs with her nails. I was already screaming, but my voice went up a couple of octaves when her nails reached the back of my knees.
When I finally had to gasp for breath the room was silent. The men stared at me for several moments, then one pushed Denise out of the way and slammed his penis into me.
Denise staggered sideways from his push, then calmly walked to the board and took down a horsewhip. She wound up and cracked it around the man’s torso like a pistol shot. The man screamed and dropped to his knees (pulling out of me again, dammit).
Denise was dressed in a standard dominatrix outfit: simple black leather corset, spike heels, and a disdainful expression, and she looked like an angry Valkyrie. The room went dead silent.
“I am a mistress,” she told the man conversationally. “Don’t ever touch, strike, or push a mistress again, OR I WILL WHIP THE SKIN OFF OF YOUR ENTIRE BODY!”
The man she’d hit looked up at her with terror in his eyes. He nodded quickly. “Yes ma am.”
She stared him down, then looked into the eyes of each of the others. They all lowered their eyes before this female terror from hell. She coiled her whip, walked to a chair and sat down, then the jerked her head toward me. “Proceed.”
The man on his knees limped away holding his side. Another tentatively approached me. He looked at Denise warily, but she was lighting a cigarette and ignoring him.
I looked up at the man. “Either torture me or screw me,” I said. “But don’t just stand there.”
Well, to give him credit, his cocked popped up and he slammed it into me. It felt nice, and I pretended to have an orgasm. (I figured that after being frightened by Denise they needed some encouragement.) I gasped, then moaned, then finally screamed. That set off a frenzy among the others.
One man climbed on the bench and pressed his cock between my lips and the others attacked my breasts. They bit me, both of them bit my breasts and it hurt. One eased up.
Get your mouth back here,” I shrieked at him. “Bite me some more!”
He clamped his teeth over my nipple and shook his head like a dog tugging on a rope.
Denise told me that it looked like a bunch of lions feeding off a gazelle.
The man fucking me came and I felt heated cum flooding my pussy. He groaned and staggered back, to be instantly replaced by another. Good, good, but that left a breast vacant.
I liked being screwed but I was enjoying being bitten even more. I shouted for someone to bite my breast and the man whose cock was in my mouth pulled it away and obediently tried to pull my boob away from my ribs with his teeth.
I know it was coincidence, but somehow both mouths on my breasts bit down on my nipples at precisely the same second, and that sweet, sweet pain sent me through the roof again. I fainted.
When Denise saw that I was unconscious she told the men to get off of me. They looked at her blankly until she pointed to Dianne.
Dianne had been quiet while she watched what was happening to me, but when they looked at her she turned on her act.
“Bite my body, you worthless bastards,” she yelled. “You’ll never get me to pass out.”
The men swarmed over Dianne and bit her legs, her butt, her arms and her belly, but they ignored her breasts until later.
Dianne taunted the men constantly. She mocked them, encouraged them, and belittled their attempts, until they worked themselves into a fury. They bit her so hard that they drew blood, and Denise had to step in and calm things down.
Dianne told me later that she felt as if she were being eaten by a school of piranha. She liked what they were doing, but it was also the only time in her life that she’d been frightened.
The men took a break and I woke up from my nap. Denise untied me and I trotted into the restroom, then every body had something to drink, I was thrown back onto the bench and we started all over. The men went back to biting us.
Now you’d think that they could have divided Dianne and me up and taken us two by two, but they stayed in a group. Either I had all four on me, or none at all. Dianne and I had to be patient and wait our turns.
They had gotten tired of me for the moment and were chewing on Dianne’s body. Denise checked to see if I was ok, and I told her I was fine, but to go out and buy a couple of gallons of barbeque sauce. Denise laughed and the men turned to see why.
“If you’re going to eat us, why don’t you cook us first?” I suggested.
Now one of the strangest, and most erotic things happened. The men looked at each other, never said a word, but went to the whipping frame and took it apart. They brought one of the uprights, which is a long brass pole, and tied my wrists and ankles to it. I knew instantly what they were thinking and I swear I’ve never been so excited in my life.
When they finished tying me they hoisted me onto their shoulders and walked around the room. I felt like a girl in a cartoon, being carried to the cook pot by cannibals. It was a fantastic sensation!
Denise watched with concern, then relaxed when she saw that they did nothing more than walk around with me. I was in heaven, and the only thing that could have made it better was if they’d walked out the door and taken me down the street.
After a few dozen circuits around the dungeon, they propped one end of my pole atop a shelf and the other over a pillory. Then they tied Dianne the same way.
She was quiet as they bound her to the pole so I could tell that she was very excited. They walked around the room with her, then tied the ends of her She too was treated to a few laps, then the men tied the end of her pole to a ceiling rope.
“Wait a moment,” Denise told them, so they stood with one end of her pole on their shoulders while Denise lowered another rope. They tied off Dianne’s pole, then set her to swinging.
Two of them came back to me, lifted me up but turned me so that I was feet first. My head was at waist height of the men in the back and I allowed my neck to relax and opened my mouth. He put his cock in my mouth and I sucked on it as he walked.
The pole bounced and it was difficult to keep his cock in place, but he edged closer and I managed.
I made him come quickly but squealed in terror when he almost dropped me. His knees began to shake when he came and he nearly collapsed. One of the other men rushed forward and took the pole from him. Once he had me securely on his shoulder I sucked his cock.
I sucked all four of them in turn while we circled the dungeon.
Dianne waited patiently until they finished, collapsed into chairs and recovered, then she demanded that they put their cocks in her mouth.
She got her wish, although I think I took the edge off of them first.
They hung me back on the pillory while she went for a ride.
The men took a long break after that, and Dianne and I waited patiently until they were rested.
While I waited I slipped into a very erotic, and troubling fantasy. I imagined that I was being roasted over a fire.
I cannot say why, but for some reason I was incredibly aroused by the idea of being cooked and eaten. I daydreamed that Dianne and I were tied to spits side by side while Denise and Mary turned us over a pit of hot coals. Dozens of men watched and waited for us to be ready to eat. It was right out of Dolcett.
Denise served the men coffee and snacks, and gave Dianne and me sips of wine. Everyone perked up and the men resumed tormenting us.
Two men picked Dianne up and one put his cock in her mouth and the other slid his into her pussy. The remaining men came to me and did the same thing.
I really liked that position but it was a bit uncomfortable for them. They had to bend their knees to get my body at the right height, then hold my weight on their shoulders. They managed it however, and they were soon thrusting into me from both ends. I had a penis sliding into my mouth and another slamming into my pussy, and at times I felt like they were going to bump into each other somewhere inside my body.
With my head bent backwards all I could see were the balls of the man in front of me. They bounced rather nicely, and when he got very excited they rubbed against my face. I liked that and purred to let him know. That really got him going and soon his balls were smacking against my eyes and forehead. The hair tickled and I had to close my eyes. I began giggling. Both men went wild at that and I felt like my body was being compressed like an accordion.
The man in my mouth came and filled me with semen, then he stepped back and bent at the waist trying to catch his breath. His end of the pole dropped a bit and I slid downward, losing the cock in my pussy. The guy fucking me yelled indignantly.
“Oh, sorry Todd,” the other man apologized. He straightened up, lifted his end and slid me right back on to the other man’s cock.
“Thanks, Ed.” Todd resumed screwing me and got so wild that he was pushing Ed backwards. Ed was still a bit shaky and had to plant his feet and brace me against Todd’s thrusts. Denise ran over, put her hands on his back and tried to brace him but Ed was so fired up that he shoved both of them backward. He slammed into my bottom so hard that I slid along the pole and ended up with the top of my head wedged against Todd’s stomach. I started laughing as the hour of us surged back and forth across the room.
I glanced across at Dianne and she was getting the same treatment.
Finally Ed walked backward until he reached the pillory. Todd followed trying desperately to keep his cock inside me. Denise helped Ed prop his end of the pole atop the pillory. She paused to make sure that the pole was secure, then walked away.
Todd paused, set his feet firmly, grinned down at me and went back to fucking me.
Denise plopped into her chair laughing so hard that she had tears in her eyes.
The men were worn out after that. They hung our poles over supports and collapsed to the floor. It was obvious that the night was over. Denise checked on Dianne and me, and asked if we were ready to be released, but I liked the position and told her to leave me. Dianne did the same.
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