Chapter 11
I was barely aware, floating in a murky haze of pain and satisfaction,
and taking only passing interest in the way they were binding me. I had vaguely
heard something about a fifteen minute break. A wet cloth had been against my
crotch and thighs as the ropes went slack. Now I was on the table under the
control of their hands. Hard, abrasive ropes were being wrapped about me. My
legs were drawn up, my knees bent to bring my heels against the backs of my
thighs, and then the ropes were wrapped several times around my thighs and
shins, holding my legs tightly folded in their embrace. They moved my body to
pass the ropes upward behind my back, crossing them before looping them behind
my neck, then under my arms to cross again behind my upper back.
The whole rig came together at my breasts. They tightened the ropes,
inch by burning inch, forcing my legs apart, and pulling my neck forward till my
chin was on my chest. Because of the way the rope went up my back, my torso
stayed straight as I lay on the table. This part of the design also ensured
that my legs, thighs almost parallel, were positioned with knees nearly at the
same height as my pelvis. Though the curtain was closed, I knew this tie was
designed to allow the best view of my crotch by the audience from their elevated
vantage point.
It was extremely painful and awkward for me, but must have been a
delight for everyone else. The finishing touch really hurt. They tied a sort
of slip knot with the rope ends around the base of each of my tits, bulging the
mounds into grapefruit shaped balls of flesh. As my tits started changing
color, the little slack in the ropes was cinched out, which pulled the already
painful breast flesh to each side, making me look like my chest had grown flabby
wings. The skin between the rope loops burned with the tight stretching.
One of the black men stood watching, his cock sliding in and out of
Beth's willing mouth. My passion had cooled, and with it the desire to have a
man's prick pushing its way into my virgin pussy. I couldn't sort out the
feelings the tight bondage gave me. There was some panic at being unable to
move any part of my body without rubbing the rough weave of the thin rope
against many tender areas of skin. Where the angry red welts left by the whip
scraped against the course surface, the pain doubled.
Splayed out like a frog with its legs pinned to a dissecting table, with
my pink inner labia gaping apart to reveal my clit, pee hole and stretching
vagina, embarrassment overwhelmed me once more, but even this was overshadowed
by the prospect of being raped by a cock that was stretching Beth's lips and
bulging her cheeks.
The black Amazon occupied herself with pinching and twisting my nipples,
apparently amused at the cockeyed way they pointed outward. My involuntary body
twitches caused instant discomfort from the ropes. Beth was finished getting
him ready. The huge muscle man turned to me, bringing a gasp and a loud cry of
despair at the sight of his monster dick, covered with saliva and oozing liquid
from the pee slit. "Noooo," I wailed, yet realizing the futility of my protest.
He took the shaft in hand and rubbed the flared head up and my wet slot,
looking into my eyes and taunting me with an easy smile. In a deep, cultured
voice with a British accent, he said, "I've never been able to get this cock of
mine inside a virgin before, maybe this time's the charm."
With the last word, he held the purple black head against my tightly
puckered opening, put a hand on the top of each thigh, and lunged. Pulling
backward with his hands for leverage as he flexed his hips forward. The
mushroom head of his prick stretched my vaginal entrance like a snapping rubber
band, losing momentum when it reached my protective hymen. I screamed, thinking
for several seconds that he had torn my skin apart. It burned like the fires of
hell, then slowly subsided to the sharp, slightly itchy pain of a fresh cut.
He held the tip against my maidenhead for a maddening several seconds,
then slowly pulled back with my canal gripping the flanged head so tight I could
feel the inner tissues trying to bulge out between my labia. When the bottom
ridge of his cock head appeared between my cunt lips, he shoved with all the
weight he could muster. My vagina was no match for three hundred pounds of
muscle behind an iron hard cock. He bludgeoned deep inside, ripping through my
cherry like tissue paper.
The multiple burns from the ropes, the fiery pain in my passage, and the
certainty of more to come, drove me once again toward that special place. The
special place absorbed the burning agony and converted it to welcome, like the
feel of a massive itch the moment you start to scratch. The collision of these
forces started working together to create an ecstatic release of sexual tension.
Even as he continued driving deeper with each measured thrust, the walls
of my cunt began to contract rhythmically, squeezing and teasing his already
tightly clasped pole. "Oh, yeah," he mumbled, caught up in the rare sensations
my channel was giving him. His measured, deliberate pace gave way to his lust.
Faster and faster came his powerful strokes, bringing a cry of passion from me
when his pubic bone began pounding my erect clitoris.
My awareness of pain was down to the lancing hurt of his cock head
stabbing against the mouth of my womb, and I came. Wonderful, convulsive waves
of delicious sensation pulsed from my throbbing groin and the depths of my cunt
cannel, reverberating the length of my body. I jerked and thrashed like a
rabbit caught in a trap, the pain from the abrasive rope adding to the duration
and intensity of my sexual discharge. "Give it to me harder. . . Hurt me with
your big cock. . Oh, yes, rape me. . give it to me . . Oooohhh."
He pulled out of me, grabbed his cock shaft and jerked it three or four
times before a geyser of milky white cum sprayed me, again and again, till only
an oozing discharge remained.
The other man, not as large as the first, quickly took his place in my
hungry cunt. I was oblivious to the sticky rivers of cum on my belly and
breasts, wanting only to regain the peak of the mountain.
I was close, oh so close, aroused by the friction of his pistoning meat,
but abruptly he pulled out. I wailed my protest. The sound of my
disappointment gave way to a shocked scream of violation when he buried his long
man tool deep in my rectum with one savage stroke. My brain screamed a silent
cry of outrage, convinced this unnatural assault would never be tolerable.
He stroked into my colon with a determined pace, at first bringing a
tearing pain, then a suffering fullness, but as the minutes past the probing
cock turned my guts into a newfound place of delightful stimulation. "Ooah, it
is sooo good, . . sooo good." The little finger of my clit stood out and wagged
up and down like a cropped puppy's tail, begging for attention.
Though I longed to be touched, even whipped hard to go all the way to
the top, I still had a roller coaster series of orgasms before he filled my ass
channel with hot cum, the feel of it sending me over the edge one more time.
