The Descent
Part 5 - The Park
Finally the weekend arrived, and he'd promised her another trip. She didn't know
whether to look forward in pleasure or dread. Every time he took her out, she
learned more than about herself than she really wanted to know.
The past week was such a trial for her, every night she came home dripping wet,
and she ran up the stairs to her home, before slamming the door behind her.
Connie had taken the e-mail to heart, and she never knew from on day to the next
whether Connie'd let her cum or not. Some days she did, some days not. It all
depended on her mood.
Even before she arrived at the car park, she was wet, hungry with anticipation,
dreading the actual moment. She always left the seat worse than when she
started, and the day's sun baked her juices, filling her car with a musky scent
that just screamed out sex.
One day Connie had been in a foul mood, and instead of stopping her from making
it, she wanted her to cum, in fact Connie had made her rub herself raw, she'd
demanded so many cums from her.
No matter what'd happened, once home, she usually lay on her bed, and brought
herself off, reliving the days events, though if Connie hadn't let her make it,
she could just about manage to get home before she brought herself off, back
pressed against her front door.
Now she was waiting for him, nervously pacing in front of the window, watching
out for his car. After an interminable wait, he parked up outside her door. As
she opened to door to go and met him, he instead walked up the steps and led her
back into her home.
He took in her outfit in a glance, before telling her to strip. Surprised, she
obeyed, hoping that he might want to start the trip off with his cock buried in
her.
Follow me, he said, leading her to her bedroom. Once there he told her to bring
him every stitch of clothing she owned, smalls and shoes too. He sat on the bed,
and as she brought him her clothes, these he separated into two piles, one
considerable larger than the other.
As she watched him making his choices, she became aware that the larger pile was
being made up off her decent, full length, and covering apparel. The other was
made up of her skimpiest, most revealing clothes, though he did leave her a few
work clothes, they were her smallest, and tightest.
As for her shoes, she correctly guessed that all her flats went into the larger
pile; her pumps went into the small one.
Finally he finished, and he gestured to the clothes, telling her that she could
keep one. She knew that he wanted her to keep the revealing stuff, the stuff
that made her look sluttish. Again he was making her decide her own fate, no
threats, no coercion, just a simple choice.
In the end it wasn't really a choice, she pointed at the smaller pile, and he
handed them back to her, to be put away. The others were put into rubbish bags.
He had her dress from her remaining clothes, although only from the waist down.
She stood there as he appraised her look, her legs extended by the height of her
pumps, her skirt barely covered her butt, it was that short, it was little more
than a strip of cloth wrapped around her waist.
He surprised her by throwing her a pair of panties, which she gratefully slipped
on, at least know she could only flash her panties, not her pussy as she had
originally feared.
Satisfied with her look, he threw to her the nipple stretchers. As she caught
them, she felt her pussy dampening, as she remembered the effect that they'd had
on her previously. As she pulled and pinched her nipples, trying to get the damn
things onto her nipples, he went and started to rummage through her sewing
things.
Finally they were on, making her, the pain and intense feelings made her pant,
they stood out so far, so erect, so exposed. The fact that she was naked from
the waist up just emphasised just how mush they were being stretched.
Seeing that she had finished putting them on, he passed to her a low cut jacket,
which she gratefully put on. The cut barely covered her nipples before buttoning
at the waist. He then came to her, unbuttoning the jacket, leaving it open.
She thought that she was too exposed like this, there was nothing to stop the
jacket flying open on its own, but she knew that she'd accept whatever he
wanted. She was surprised when he stepped up close to her, and with a flourish
he revealed a needle and thread, he'd taken from her sewing box.
"Stand still" he commanded, as he carefully slipped the needle through her
nipple piercing, sliding it alongside the bar that was already there. She could
feel the needle forcing the hole open slightly as it slid along. She hissed with
pleasure as the rough thread was pulled through, rubbing her inside her nipple,
sending shocks straight to her pussy.
She watched, open jawed, as he sewed her nipple to the jacket, each nipple to
the matching lapel. He left about an inch of thread between the nipple and
cloth. She realised that she was now covered, but that jacket wouldn't be coming
off any time soon.
Satisfied with his handiwork, he finally led her to the car. As she stepped
outside, a gust of wind caught her jacket, snapping it open, or at least it
tried too. Instead it just tugged at her nipple, making her cry out in shock and
pain.
Hearing her cry out brought a smile to his lips as he wordlessly opened the
door. The actual trip was spent in silence; he never glanced or said a word to
her. The silence caused her mind to wonder if she'd done anything wrong, if he
was displeased in someway with her. She spent the journey trying to recall if
she'd done anything to upset him, but as she recalled the previous trips, the
thoughts of what's she'd done and how she'd felt, instead of calming her, just
turned her on the more.
By the time he pulled up, she knew that her panties had a dam patch, right over
her pussy, and that it'd be pretty obvious to anyone who saw them, and that
might be quite a few people given how short her skirt was.
She looked around, seeing that they were at a park. It was packed with people
celebrating Independence Day. There were couples and families everywhere! The
car park was busy with people arriving and departing, in fact there wasn't a
quiet spot to be had.
With a sinking feeling she knew that her seat was covered in her juices, despite
her panties, and that when she cleaned it, she'd be on view to anyone who cared
to look. Numbly she steeped out of the car, accepting that she'd be seen
cleaning the seat. He stopped her with a word, the glove box. He heart dropped,
she'd almost forgotten that he usually kept something in there for her. Her
trembling hand opened the compartment, and reached inside.
Her hand closed over something rubbery and cool. Pulling it out, she was
surprised to see that she held a used condom, tied off at the top. It was full
of spunk, his presumably, but he never confirmed this. He then just pointed to
the seat.
She couldn't! Really she couldn't. But even as she thought that, her hands were
untying the knot, eagerly opening the condom, before squeezing the sticky white
cum onto the seat. It clumped there, mixing slowly with her own juices.
Quickly she lowered her head, thrusting her tongue out, eager to taste the cum,
Her body burned with shame, knowing that she could be watched by anyone, but the
need over took her. As she licked and sucked, cleaning up every drop, her pussy
throbbed against her, reminding her how she craved this exposure, how she needed
this to really feel alive.
Eventually the seat was clean, and he let her stand. She glanced around, glad
that no one seemed to have noticed her actions, although there was one group of
teenagers that were talking animatedly. She could make out that they were
arguing over something, and that the something was her! Seems one of them had
seen it all, but the rest didn't believe him.
They walked in the park, round and round; it seemed to her that he was looking
for something, something specific. As they walked, the wind kept catching at her
jacket, cruelly tugging and pulling her abused nipples. Each flash of pain was
followed by a burst of pleasure, each time she almost stumbled with the
intensity of it all.
Eventually he found what he was looking for, at least his feral grin seemed to
say that to her. In front of her was a bench, situated on a slight rise. In
front the park spread out in front of her. Dotted all over the grass, families
and couples were picnicking.
He told her to sit, to keep her legs open, and to stay there 'til her returned.
At that he walked away, leaving her there. She sat, being careful to indeed part
her legs. As she looked over the crowd, she could see that a few of them had
caught a glimpse of her white panties. Most, the ones with families turned their
heads, but a few of the men just stared, as did a couple of the women.
She could feel herself burning with shame with the knowledge that she was
exposed o their gaze, but it didn't quench her desires, instead it fuelled them.
She could feel the copious flood of her juices as they dripped from her panties.
She was relieved when her retuned with two cold Cokes. One he was drinking from,
the other he put down on he seat beside her. She reached out for it, only to be
stopped by his voice.
She turned to look at him, and he told her that now that they'd refreshments it
was time to be on their way. She was to bring the coke with her, but she
couldn't use her hands or mouth to carry it. She should have thought by now that
she'd be wish to his tricks, but he kept catching her out every time.
She looked at the bottle; it was a half litre bottle, in the classic Coke shape.
She knew just what he wanted, and if she was honest, she wanted it too. Standing
up, she quickly bent, and with a flourish, she whipped her panties down and off
her legs. She glanced up, surprised by the sound of a wolf whistle, from
somewhere in front of her.
Sighing, she knew for sure that others would be watching. Her cheeks were
scarlet with shame; she couldn't make herself look to see just how many were
watching.
She stood over the bottle, and with one hand she parted her lips, before slowly
sitting down on it. Christ it was cold as the neck of the bottle parted her. She
knew she'd have to be quick, there was no way she could take her time over this,
good job she was so wet!
With one movement, she finished sitting, crying out as the bottle filled her,
cooling her. The bottle seemed to suck the heat straight out of her; it felt so
cold and hollow inside her. Her cheeks could feel the rough wood as they pressed
down, the bottle deep in her pussy.
She hung her head in shame, knowing full well that she'd been seen. He stood
then, stilling her movements with a glance. "Wait for five minutes, then walk
back to the car" he said, "but, you've got to walk through the picnickers ahead
of you"
As he left, she was silently screaming, "How could he!" but she knew that she
would, despite the reaction she'd receive.
In fact it was worse that she'd have ever thought, that trip. By the end she was
crying, the tears streaking down her face, blinding her. The shame of it was too
intense too raw. As she set off, she was stopped by one man, who told her that
her place was touting on a street corner, not in a public park. There were
others too, fathers and mothers who were outraged by her behaviour, horrified by
what she'd done in front of their children. Others were from guys, and even a
few girls, who obviously thought she was easy, their comments were crude and to
the point. All the while she could feel the bottle deep in her. Being held in
place by her pussy walls. The Coke shifted with every step, sloshing, making the
bottle move ever so slightly.
Even as she fled, tears falling freely, she was amazed by how her body was
responding, her skin tingles, every nerve seemed so alive, her clit was peeking
out between her opened lips, begging for attention. Although she was so ashamed,
she was turned on as never before.
He was waiting by the car, grinning at the state of her. She thought she was
going to tell him enough was enough, that this time he'd gone too far, but was
surprised when she actually started to beg him to take her there and then, that
she needed his cock in her, in any orifice that he'd care to use, that she
needed and craved his touch, his cock, his cum.
She couldn't believe just how turned on she was, her whole body was crying out
for his touch. To feel him against her, to use her, any way he wanted.
He stood there, impassively, his eyes taking her in, lingering on the streaked
makeup that ran down her cheeks.
He got back into the car, and motioned for her to join him. She eagerly slid
into her seat, being careful due to the ever-present bottle. "Where are we
going?" she asked, hoping that she'd get her wish.
"You'll see, it's going to be a surprise" was the reply, and with that, her
heart dropped, she was getting a good idea just what his "surprises" actually
meant.
The trip wasn't a long one, in fact it wasn't long before she recognised the
scenery, he was taking her back to the farm. She struggled with the thoughts
that leapt, unbidden into her head. The only other time she'd been there, he'd
introduced her to the stallion, and she wasn't sure that she wanted to go
through that again. Though it would explain the bottle, it was stretching her,
making her open enough to take the horses cock without discomfort.
He pulled up, in the same place as before, and got out of the car. She too slid
out, and knelt, knowing that he'd want his seat kept clean. He just motioned for
her to continue, so she lowered her head, extending her tongue to lap up the
copious juices that had slipped past the bottle. She gasped when she felt his
hands on her cheeks, one started to play with her ass, the other grasped the
bottle, and started to slowly work it in and out of her pussy. It felt so good
to be used like that, she started to push back, to make him drive is fingers and
bottle deeper into herself. He speeded up his strokes, matching her every
thrust.
Just as she was about to cum, he stopped, suddenly, and told her to come with
him. Damn, she was so close, so very close, but she knew better to continue, so
sighing slightly, she followed.
Instead of leading her into the barn, where she expected to go, he led her into
another part of the farm. She looked around, trying to take it all in.
She was in the milking hall, all that shiny steel, stalls, and goodness knows
what. He led her to one of the stalls, and had her stand there.
He took out a penknife, and deftly cut the threads that tied her jacket to her,
the tug on her nipples wasn't as bad as when the wind caught it, but dad enough,
they'd been through a lot today already.
Once he'd had her jacket off, he made her bend over at the waist, legs spread,
and hold onto the bars either side of her. He surprised her by taking what
looked like several metal dildos from a nearby pile. Her thoughts races, as she
desperately tried to work out just how he use them on her.
She was surprised to be ever so wrong, as he approached, she could see that they
had were open at one end, covered with a rubber ring, the other end led to a
flexible tube. Grinning, he said, "I think you'll enjoy this" but I'm not too
sure.
He placed one of the tubes over her left breast, immediately she felt her
elongated nipple sucked into the tube, where it held it firmly. It wasn't
unpleasant, just different, she thought, though when he did the same to the
other one, she started to wonder just what this contraption did.
He let go, and the weight of the tubes kept her bent over, her breasts hanging
freely, pulled dawn by the weight of the metal tubes. He moved over to a way
switch and asked "ready?"
Ready for what, she wondered, but nodded, eager to experience whatever he had
planned. He grinned and flicked the switch, his eyes on hers throughout.
She found herself crying out, the tubes suddenly increased their suction, it
felt like they were trying to rip her already sore nipples off. Just as suddenly
they relaxed, and the suction dropped to a more manageable level. Just as she
relaxed, it sucked, hard, again. "What, what have you done?" she asked,
desperately trying to work this device out.
He walked up to her, and gently stroking her hair, he explained. Well you see,
this is a working farm, and you my dear, are connected up to a milking machine.
Normally its used on cows, the suction cups suck the milk right out of the cow's
udders. Although you aren't producing any milk, I think you'll find the
experience interesting.
Interesting was hardly the right word, the steady, sucking and relaxing was
doing incredible things to her. Both of her nipples were so tender, and to have
them mechanically sucked, on, off, on, off.
Grinning, he went to the wall-mounted timer, and set it, "How's about half an
hour?" he said. She was going to tell him that it was way too long, already her
nipples were protesting every time they got sucked deeper into the cups, but
he'd just set the timer and left.
Left her to the infernal machines attentions.
She could of course just wait 'til they'd relaxed and just pull them off, but,
and he was the rub, if she'd do that, that would mean the end of the trips, and
even though today he'd pushed her further than she thought she'd ever go, she
still craved his attentions, so she reluctantly let them do there worst.
She found herself going into a daze. The rhythmical sounds, combined with the
sucking, let her mind wonder. She could feel her juices flowing, trickling down
her thighs, making its way around the obstruction in her pussy. She found her
self rocking to and fro in time, making he suction cups swing in time. Her
nipples were crying out in agony, they were already way too stretched by those
stretchers, and now they were being sucked further and further into the machine.
Her body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, she had to grab hold of the bars
to keep herself standing, it was too intense, way too intense. Her whole body
was on fire, her need was building and building, she could feel her clit
throbbing between her legs, it felt so large, so needy, it felt like it was
pushing its way past her lips, standing proud, crying out for attention.
She'd lost track of the time, somehow it didn't matter any more to her, just the
continued attentions of the milking machine was her whole world now. All of her
thoughts were on her breasts and nipples, they sang out in pleasure and pain,
each alternating with whether it was sucking or relaxing.
She was barely aware when he stood behind her, his rigid cock pressing against
her tight ass, but the feel of it as it slipped in past her tight ring, was
enough to bring her round. She pressed back, desperate to feel him take her
completely. She hissed, he'd never felt that big before, but then she remembered
the bottle still in her pussy, it too pressed against him, making her feel ever
so tight.
Wordlessly he thrust against her, she matched his thrusts, desperate for him to
use her as she wished to be used. With one hand her grabbed her round the waist,
pulling her back onto his cock, driving it balls deep into her. The other hand
reached between her legs, cupping her sex, fingertips drumming against he
bottle. This sent such wonderful tremors through her.
As he brutally took her, thrusting harshly into her ass, he let his thumb brush
against her proud clit, gently rubbing it. She gasped out in pleasure as she
suddenly came, the whole scene was too intense for her, and her whole body
trembled with the exertion of her orgasm. She was barely aware of the machine
turning itself off, and the milking cups falling from her breasts.
She collapsed onto her hands and knees, her head bent. She was too exhausted to
stand, and was dimly aware that he'd slipped out of her ass as she fell forward.
Her head was jerked up, so that she had to look at him, he held it in place by
his fingers wrapped through her hair. His other hand was stroking his cock, it
looked so big, just inches from her face.
With a grunt, he came, long thick stings of his cum splashed over her face,
hitting her in the eyes, making her close them, she could feel it in her hair,
and dripping down her face. Wordlessly he used her hair to wipe the last traces
of cum from his cock.
The trip back was spent in silence; he never said another word to her that day,
apart from stopping her from cleaning her face. She didn't know whether he was
pleased or annoyed with her. Did her collapse spoil what he'd had planned? Or
did he mean to cum over her anyway? He never said, and she found herself unable
to ask him.
The car stopped, and he reached over, opening the door. She gave him a quick
glance, but his face was still unreadable. She got out, and turned to the seat,
ready to try and make amends, but he'd already closed the door, and driven off.
She looked around, and felt herself colouring, he hadn't dropped her by her
door, but at the end of the street. She stood there, drying cum all over her
face and hair. Crying she ran to her door, trying to ignore the neighbours and
kids that were out on the sidewalk.
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