Discipline

Fiction

The Making of a Sissy Boy Slut – The Prequel

In this story, we go back to a time in Michael’s life when he could only dream of the erotic pleasures that awaited him. Set before his initial encounter with the headmaster and his subsequent sissy training. Hope you enjoy.

Fiction

Trafficked Love Ch. 8

— THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT AND VULGAR LANGUAGE. It is fictional and does not depict real people or events. — Call girl, Angel, believes there’s nothing nothing more to life than what she is doing now. But when she falls in love with an undercover cop, and things get heated between her and her pimp, Angel searches for answers. Is this really all she is destined for? Could she escape if she wanted to? Would the outside world accept her if she left this lifestyle behind?

Fiction

The Chace McCartson Tale (rewrite) – Chapters I&II

Her insides were soft, warm and damn tight… However, what made me crazy was her shaking body… Or her hurtful groans… Her screams… I couldn’t say for sure.
Nah, it was the way she was helpless, the way I was the master of her body. The way I owned her. The only two things she could do, the only things I allowed her to do, were scream and feel whatever I wanted her to feel.

Fiction

Patient 92 part 4

Most mornings she woke were uneventful. This time she was not so lucky.
A week after the dinner, her doctor had proudly announced to the patients during lunch that their branch had been favored. The company was awarding them with a hefty sum of money to make further advancements and discoveries. Two things popped into her mind when she heard this. One was surprise that there were other branches of the company. The second was nervous curiosity as to what these advancements would be.
Now three weeks after that award, with nothing changed, she dismissed it from her mind. Only for it to bulldoze its way back in. She was in a new room. Her hands and feet were shackled more tightly than usual and her torso was restrained as well. Her mouth was taped shut. The room was brightly lit.
She saw her doctor and a few others in scrubs and surgical gear conversing over a clipboard ten feet away.
The room was cold and her pink nipples stood erect and rock hard. As she looked around her eyes found what she had dreaded. A small metal table next to her containing lots of sharp, unfriendly looking surgical instruments.
She screamed. The doctors, now aware she was awake surrounded her. Apparently one was in training. “A drug was injected into another patient, 86, I believe. Its main effects are aggresive behavior including violence, and an increased sex drive,” said her doctor. “How increased?” Asked the trainee. “It increases about 10 fold, and in our case he raped patient 92. He tried to control himself but was unable. We’ll be injecting a similar but much more mild drug into her after the surgery.” Surgery. Her stomach was in knots.
After applying antiseptic and heavy pain killers, a doctor picked up a surgical knife. He cut into her abdomen.
She released a scream through the tape. Of course, she couldn’t feel much, but the violation of the knife was too much. Her doctor picked up a little blue pouch. He affixed it somehow in her, pushing it low right above the pubic bone. They sewed her back up and knocked her out with some sedatives.
When she woke she was still on the table. Only now it was just three doctors; hers, the trainee, and another. She could see a small rise above her crotch where the packet was, and the stitches were still there. She was now hooked up to an IV. “We wont activate the packet untill her stitches are gone. And now that I think about it we better not give her the drug till then too,” said her doctor.
For a long time, she spent her days sleeping on that table, healing, unallowed to move much. She was fed well and bathed, but she was kept on the table at all times. Finally the time came that they could remove the stitches. Then her doctor took a very long, big needle. “This will allow the packet to begin disolving. The chemical will be dispersed steadily, and constantly. Movement will cause a short period of rapid disolving.” The trainee nodded as he plunged the needle into the bump above her crotch. Next he picked up a smaller syringe. “This is the milder form of the drug we gave 86.” He injected her. They undid her shackles and took her to her room. “You have no idea what’s coming,” her doctor said with an evil grin, “oh, and, everything should be in effect by lunch.” A strange tingling sensation was spreading into her around the packet, and it reminded her of the other chemicals they had used.
Then the drug began to take effect. Her opening dripped. She felt wild, violent, her skin felt hot as fire. She was rubbing her own breast before long, and her right hand trailed slowly down to her clit as she knelt on the floor. She sat on her hand, shoving her finger inside herself. She rocked and writhed and whimpered as she fingered herself and squeezed her breast. Suddenly, she hit an intense climax, and her juices soaked th floor. She moaned loudly.
“Having a good time I see.”
It was her doctor. He had been watching. She had lost track of time and he was here to take her to the cafeteria. She glared at him. She wanted to hurt him. Her skin began to burn. She stood up and began walking towards him.
He knew what to expect, and before she could plant her fist he had her shackled and bent over. “So you wanna play rough? I’ll show you rough.” He pulled out his cock and rubbe it around in her juices untill it was hard. Then he started teasing her opening with it, and she was soaked. A distinct sensation was really becomming apparent in her abdomen. He began to fuck her roughly. Without consideration for her comfort, he pounded into her. She came all over him. As he pounded into her she came again and again. “GET the FUCK OFF ME,” she shouted. It was the first time she had spoken since her arrival. He chuckled and kept ramming into her. She kept shouting and cursing at him as he led her through orgasms one after another. He finally came, and took the liberty of shoving his last stroke into her ass. He unloaded in there, and pulled away from her as he unshackled her. She glared at him and tried to swing a punch but he caught her fist. He dragged her struggling frame to the cafeteria and pushed her in, quickly closing the door before she could get out.
Usually she protected herself by laying low. But with this drug coursing through her veins, it was useless. She now felt a shattering burst of pleasure in her clit and abdomen with every movement.
She saw patient 86, who returned her glare. “What the fuck are you looking at!?” She shouted. Heads turned. 86 said nothing. She walked fiercely over to him and pushed him. His reaction was to full force shove her to the ground. This pissed her off. She bounced back up and lunged for him. He caught her and easily restrained her weak body, bending her over a bench. His body cupped around hers and she screamed and shouted as she felt his cock slip into her. He gave her a good hard fuck, and his come blasted into her as she came, still struggling and protesting, despite the fireworks erupting inside of her.  He dismounted and walked away. She shouted after him and was about to follow when she spotted patient 27 with his laid back smile and for some reason this pissed her off. She went for him and he had her on the floor in no time. Patient 12, recognizing her and curious about the noise had wandered over. He had an idea. He told 27 to sit on her chest and make her suck him while he fucked her. 27 agreed and shoved his cock into her mouth. She choked and felt her tongue feel around it hungrily as if it had a mind of its own. She traced the veins standing out on it with her tongue and sucked, before she realized what she was doing, and began to fight back. Patient 12 crouched on the ground and began ramming into her. He dove in and out as her come exploded out of her. She coarsely growled as she fought the sensation. Whatever was going on in her abdomen now was driving her crazy. She came all over 12s cock and before she realized what she was doing she was humping him back. He seemed to like this and was making satisfied sounds as he rammed into her. 27 emptied his load with a quiet moan into her mouth. She swallowed, unable to do much else. He got off her and 12 was now free to lay down on top of her. He bit her nipples and sucked on them as she fought back and came all over him against her will. The movement of her struggles only stimulated him more and he reached an incredible climax and soaked her with his seed.
She lay panting on the floor. As good as everything had felt, her body had taken quite a bit of abuse, and she was sore and ached. 
She stumbled over to a corner where she remained for the rest of lunch, shooting hateful stares at everyone that passed her.
When lunch ended, it was not her doctor who came to collect her, but another. He led her back to her room and shackled her and left. About twenty minutes later, her doctor showed up. “I heard you caused quite a bit of trouble at lunch,” he said, smiling. “Well, actually I watched. Saw everything on the camera. We can’t have that kind of behavior here, and I’d let you off with a warning, but something tells me that wouldn’t do any good. I’m afraid you’ll have to be punished.” With that, he left and returned with a large cart big enough to hold a human, equipped with shackles. He moved her with some struggle to it, and wheeled her out of the room and down the hall.
They reached a new room now, and in it, he pushed her cart against a wall and shackled it to some bars to prevent it from moving. The room was dimly lit.
Without warning, he smacked her full force across her face. The jolt made whatever chemical was in the packet disolve a little more, and pleasure erupted in her abdomen again. He hit her again, and again and again. He then reached off to the side and pressed a button on what appeared to be some sort of control panel. The whirling sound of machinery started up, and a black metal arm like the one he’d used on her when she first arrived came down from the darkness of the ceiling. On the end of it was a seven inch, thick dildo covered in little bumps. It started pounding into her. She yelped and almost instantly she came, her juices pouring out onto the cold metal table she lay on.
While this was happening, her doctor took a leather strap and whipped her left tit once, and she screamed in pain. It left a dark red streak. He whipped her again, a little harder this time. She screamed again, an tears streamed down her face.
He slapped her again, full force. A little blood tricked out of her nose.
The machine continued to ram into her. The table had a considerable pool of her fluids now.
He leaned over and planted a deep kiss on her mouth, and she whimpered. He grabbed her tits and squeezed hard, and she grit her teeth in pain.
He pressed a couple of buttons and the machine pulled away. He then unshackled her and flipped her over and re-cuffed her. She tried to fight, but she was weak.
He pressed a few buttons and the machine returned. A little pipe emerged from above the dildo and squirted a considerable amount of.lube onto her ass. Her doctor reached over and rubbed it, dipping his fingers in a bit, making sure she was well greased. He pressed a button and the machine began to fuck her as she screamed. She was in pain, but at the same time, having her abdomen (and thus the packet) press against the table made her come with the intensity of the sensation.
It kept fucking her ass and for a while all she felt from that was pain. But after a little bit she began to notice it was feeling kind of good. Before she could enjoy it much, though, he pressed a few buttons and it retreated.
He unshackled her, smacked her already sore ass once and carried her in his arms to her room. She was a mess. She was covered in her own come, and a little blood was smudged on here face where he had hit her. He laid her gently down on her table and more gently he shackled her. She made no resistance.
He sat at his desk and typed for about five minutes, and scribbled some things down on his clipboard. When he finished he unshackled her and carried her to the showers.
She lay panting. The drug had worn off and all she felt was the pleasure that the chemical stimulated. Besides that she was tired and disheartened. He turned on the warm water and brought over the long hose. He grabbed some soap and lathered her up, gently washing away the fluids. He used a wet washcloth to clean her face. She became drowsy, and his gentle washing was peaceful. In her current state, it wasn’t long before she was asleep. The idea of titty fucking her soaped up breasts crossed his mind, but he dismissed it. He dried her off and carried her sleeping body to her table, and shackled her, and left.
The next morning she woke very achey and sore. She was fed breakfast, and then her doctor came to give her news.
“We see fit that you should be allowed free-range of this floor. You are to stay on this floor only. We have cameras and someone is always watching. Should you leave this floor, you will be caught, restrained, and returned to your room. All potential weapons are locked up, so don’t even bother trying.” He smiled and turned to leave, but remembered something. “One more thing,” he added, “you are welcome in any room, any patients room you like. With the exception of new patients, whose doors require a key anyway, and are locked. There is one other girl on this floor, I believe. Why don’t you go find her?” With that he left. She sat there for a second, considering. There was one other girl. Was she like her? Was she as desperate for freedom? She wouldn’t be a new patient if she was allowed visitors, so maybe she was like 27 or something, and happy in her surroundings. She turned things over in her mind a bit more and decided to go find her. She walked down the halls, and when she passed a patients room she saw a lable by the door that told the number, gender, and age of the patient, including assorted information like blood type or medical conditions, etc. She walked a long time, taking random turns, and passed four males before she found a door with a lable next to it that said “PATIENT 34; FEMALE; AGE: 22”.
She looked at the lable for a while, and finally, seeing no reason not to, she opted to go in.
She stepped in a room almost identical to hers, except there were a few bins filled with what she assumed to be 34s belongings and the room was well lit. A young woman turned to see her. She was slender, with small but nicely shaped breasts, and had long dark hair and brown eyes. She grinned when she saw 92. “Well hey there. They told me about you. Actually I see you in the lunch room a lot. You’re the quiet one aren’t you?” 92, as if to answer the question, didn’t respond. 34 chuckled and walked over to her and took her by the arm. “Well come in, I was just messing around with some puzzles. They give you those to guage your intelligence and skills you know. And to see how it varies depending on your current state.” She led 92 in by the arm, and she saw that what 34 was currently fiddling with was a complex puzzle box. She became interested, and glancing at 34 she sat down on the floor and began working with it. 34 sat and watched as she undid hinges and slid plates and pulled levers with ease. But her eyes didn’t watch her hands. They watched her body. 92 was oblivious as 34s eyes hungrily traced her gentle curves, milky fair skin and long silky hair. The rested on her round, firm breasts. Her pink nipples were perfectly shaped, about an inch and a half in diameter. 34 stood and walked over to the bins and picked something out of them, but 92 didn’t see, absorbed in the puzzle and feeling slightly safer in the presence of another female. She was sadly mistaken.
Before she could react, 34 had tackled her and cuffed her to the leg of the table. She flailed and screamed and writhed, and a sad realization that she was safe with no one in this building.
34 stood looking down at her, smiling, proud of her work. She kneeled by her side and stroked her hair. “Shhh,” she said like all the others, “it’s okay. It won’t last too long. Just relax.” She leaned down and began to gently suck on her nipple. 92s breasts were still very sensitive and sore from the beating they took the night before, and this increased tenderness made the sucking feel all the more intense. She flicked her tongue around the nipple, sucking and licking and she massaged the other breast. She dragged over a pair of very heavy weights and shackled 92s feet to them, spreading apart her legs. She returned to her breasts and licked and sucked and then began to kiss her way down to 92s abdomen. She saw the tiny lump above her crotch. “Ohh, I heard about these…they’re new. I wonder how it feels when I do this?” She pressed her finger directly on the tiny rise in skin. 92 groaned. The sensation began to spread faster. Rather than massage her clit, 34 rubbed and pushed on the packet, watching, totally fascinated, as the helpless girls eyes bulged and her jaw dropped. Her opening became soaked, ready for the pounding it was going to receive. She lowered her head to the other girls crotch, and began to steadily lick up her juices as she kept massaging her abdomen.
Her eyes brightened with the glow of a sudden idea and she hopped up and ran to the bins. She returned with a wireless vibrator, and turned it on and pushed it onto the little bump below 92s abdomen. She began rubbing it in circles, and 92 let out a loud cry as an orgasm rocked her body and her vaginal muscles repeatedly contracted as juices poured out of her. This was what 34 was looking for, and she licked them up. She then got up and grabbed a strap on, arranged it on herself and returned to finger 92 a little while longer before she laid herself on the panting girl and readied herself at the opening. 92 opened her eyes, and 34 smiled at her. “Think you can take me?” she asked. “It has nothing to do with the strap on. I know what to do with it.” And with that she shoved it in and began fucking. Never once did she forget to keep massaging the packet. 92 wondered if it was even safe to force it to release that much of the chemical into her body in such a short period of time.
34 began to twist her hips, making circles and shaking her ass from side to side. 92 cried out as she reached orgasm after orgasm. Finally, 34 removed the strapon and gave it a lick before tossing it to the side.
She rammed her clit up against 92s, rocking her hips from side to side, massaging them both as she moaned and rubbed 92s breasts. She ran off again and returned with a long, flexible rubber two way, and inserted one end into herself and one into 92. With it fully shoved in both of them, she began to rotate her hips, massaging the girls clit with her own at the same time. She began thrusting as well, and she carried them both to an orgasm. They came simultaneously and their juices mixed as she rubbed herself against the other girl. She grabbed the vibrator and began using it on the packet as she fucked her, moaning and crying out in pleasure. They both came again once more, and panting, she hung her head and laid down on 92. After a few minutes of holding her close to her, their tits pushed together, she got up and let 92 go. She lay there staring at the ceiling for a moment, and then jumped up and bolted. 34 stood watching with her hands on her hips and laughed.
Later that night, when her doctor led her to her table and shackled her, he chuckled and said, “I saw the trouble you got into today. I was watching on the cameras.” 92 looked up at him with a ‘don’t talk about it’ expression. He understood and was about to turn to leave, smiling, when something caught his eye. “Woah,” he said, “what did she DO to you?” The raise in her skin was gone. 34 had forced all of the packet to disolve. It was completely gone.
He burst out laughing. She stared curiously as he caught his breath. “That packet,” he explained, “wasn’t supposed to be gone for another week and a half. How are you still alive? I would think you’d have orgasmed to death.” He found this hilarious and burst out laughing again. He glanced at her and winked. “Hopefully you won’t tire of me after all that,” he said jokingly. He turned and left, and exhausted, she fell asleep.

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One Slave for Three Brothers

This is a fictional story of three country brother’s kidnapping and training a beautiful raven haired Latina girl to serve them domestically and sexually. Juanita is tortured and fucked repeatedly by three brothers and is gang banged by six dogs.

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Schoolgirl Trix

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Uncle Ash: Part 1 + Prologue

After not being wanted by either of her parents following their messy divorce, Lori has to move in with her uncle Ashton. It is not easy though as he is not used to raising children and would rather spend time with his girlfriend than his deadbeat sister’s offspring. If Lori wants to keep living with her uncle, she is going to have to be willing to do things for him that his girlfriend won’t.
If you are here to just read stories about sex, please skip to the section labeled end of prologue.

Fiction

The Darkholme Academy Chronicles: Orientation

Gareth stood in front of the tall black gate. A duffel bag full of clothes and toiletries was clenched in his left hand. Behind him, the taxi pulled away, back in the direction of the small airport at which he had arrived only an hour ago.
A woman in a knee-high black skirt and black business jacket was striding towards the path that connected the gate to the expansive, black and red building that was Darkholme Academy.
Gareth pulled out a small booklet from a pocket in his bag. A Guide to Darkholme, it said on the cover. Underneath that was a grainy photo of the very same building that stood in front of him – only it didn’t seem half as big – and the tall black fence that ran the perimeter of the grounds seemed to have been photoshopped out. In the corner was the academy’s logo: a curled up mouse, around which were the words “Freedom in Discipline.” Made sense, seeing as the school was – as the booklet advertised – the “number one reformatory school for young men struggling with authority.”
Gareth was a couple of years out of high school (a place he barely graduated from) and was jobless and living out of his parents house. Most days he would spend masturbating to hardcore pornography while his parents were at work – he loved watching big-breasted pornstars taking big cocks and toys up their assholes – so it was much to his dismay when they saw it fit to send him to Darkholme, so that he may learn some valuable life lessons. He just saw it as more school.
“Good morning,” said the woman, who had reached the gate and was now unlocking the large padlock, which up until now, Gareth hadn’t noticed.
“Morning,” he replied.
She swung open the gate and extended her right hand. Gareth took it. She was much taller than him – a whole foot, maybe.
“Headmistress Ives,” she said.
“Gareth.”
She beckoned for him to step through, and he did. The headmistress quickly locked the gate behind him, and started back towards the building. Gareth followed.
The grounds were rife with activity. Groups of young men, who all looked to be around Gareth’s age, were performing fitness activities on and around the running tracks which surrounded the main building. A huddle of runners in plain grey gear came by on the track. As each one passed, they offered a small nod to the headmistress, and said, “Good morning, Miss Ives.”
She smiled at each one, but said nothing. Gareth noticed that some of the boys held looks of intense concentration on their faces, as if they were performing mental calculus during their run. Weird, he thought. How long do they make us run for? The close encounter also gave Gareth a better look at the uniform – the shorts were a bit too short for the weather – any weather, in fact.
“Mister White, I take it you’ve come to be acquainted as much as possible with our facilities and academic background?” asked Miss Ives, abruptly.
“Uh, yeah,” said Gareth, brandishing the guide book.
“Oh, that.” Miss Ives gave a short laugh. “That’s just marketing. Here,” she produced another, similar looking booklet from her jacket, “this one’s a bit more detailed.” Gareth hoped she was right: the original booklet contained a lot of writing, but didn’t say much other than how great the school was. Marketing, indeed.
The front cover of the “real” booklet showed a similar picture, except the fence was fully visible. The logo, too, was different. Instead of a mouse, it showed a rat, and the phrase that surrounded it was “Pleasure in Submission.” Gareth stifled a laugh. How does this woman not get how kinky that sounds? He pretended to flick through it.
They reached the front doors: two recently painted black monoliths. Headmistress Ives pulled one of them open for Gareth and ushered him inside. A large lobby greeted him – a desk sat on his immediate left, manned by a young blonde woman. A staircase sat in the middle of the room, leading to the second floor landing from which extended a variety of corridors. Two more large doors stood on either side of the staircase, and another stood on the opposite side of the room to the desk, and on it were the words “Headmistress’s Office” in thick, black letters.
Headmistress Ives closed the door, and stepped in front of Gareth. “Nurse Verne will be arriving presently. After the medical, you will be shown to your first class. You will be joining registration group C7. You will share classes and activities with all students from that group.”
Gareth didn’t really listen to the last part. “Um…what did you mean by ‘medical’?”
Headmistress Ives smirked. “Did you read the guidebook I gave you? Or did you just flick through it?”
“I, uh-”
“I think you better skim it a little before Nurse Verne arrives. I’ll be in my office.” With that, she left.
The receptionist was typing furiously on a keyboard, but other than that, the place was silent. Gareth opened the guidebook and started to read the introduction. It said:
“Welcome to the Darkholme Academy, where you will learn, over time, to become a productive and subservient member of society. Through our discipline-based curriculum and authoritarian teaching methods, we will transform you into a submissive individual, fit for reintegration into your home life. These methods, in particular, may initially seem strange, though we are sure that you will come to appreciate them for the positive effects they will undoubtedly have on your outlook and attitude.”
He was about to flick to the next page when a mature woman in a light blue nurse’s outfit came through one of the doors next to the stairs.
“Gareth White?” she asked, looking at him. She was red-headed, plump, and spoke with a slight English accent.
“Yeah, that’s me,” he replied.
“Right this way.”
Gareth followed her through a maze of doors and corridors he was sure he would never remember. I better be getting a map of this place, he thought. I could get lost for days.
“Just through here, please.” Nurse Verne opened a door, leading into a small white room, which looked like pretty much every other school nurse’s office he had ever been to. Gareth entered, and Nurse Verne shut the door behind him.
“Now,” she said. “Did you go through the guide book?”What is so important about this guidebook? thought Gareth. “I, uh, didn’t quite get through all of it.”
“Oh, that’s unfortunate,” she said. “Don’t worry, everything is standard procedure. Could you please take of your clothes for me, Gareth?”
Gareth wasn’t sure whether he heard her correctly. “You want me to what?”
Nurse Verne approached him and placed her hand on his wrist. “You are to take off your clothes,” she said sternly, before lightening her voice. “Standard procedure,” she repeated and sat down at her desk.
Gareth shuffled uncomfortably for a moment, and then placed his duffel bag on the floor. Nurse Verne spun in her chair to face him, recognizing his trepidation. “Gareth,” she said. “If you won’t take off your clothes, I’ll have to take them off for you.” She unbuttoned the top of her outfit, and allowed her fingertips to graze the top of her large breasts.
Gareth felt himself become hard. He had a bit of a thing for matures – many times he’d cum over videos of mature women getting a pounding, or even getting it on with each other.
He stripped off, displaying his half-mast six-inch cock to the nurse.
“There,” she said, standing up. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Her eyes flitted to his cock for a moment.
“No, I guess not.”
She went into the cupboard and took out a large red rectangle of rubber. It looked like a hot water bottle. She took it to the sink and began to fill it up with water. “We have to get you prepared for integration into the Academy’s health schedule. Pop up onto the table for me, will you? Face down, please.”
Gareth did so without hesitation. His cock lay pointed upwards, and he stroked it on the table’s soft top, making sure that Nurse Verne couldn’t see him while he did it.
“The schedule requires that you are cleaned out completely,” said Nurse Verne, turning. The red bag was full to the brim, and she hooked it somewhere up behind Gareth. “For that, I am required to give you a thorough enema.”
“A what?” Gareth was very familiar with that – he loved his kinky Japanese porn too.
A hand shot up between Gareth’s legs, gripping onto his vulnerable testicles. Gareth winced, and Nurse Verne released her grip slightly, and started to massage with her thumb. Gareth moaned.
“There we are,” she cooed. “You like that, don’t you?”
“Mmmm,” said Gareth in reply.
“Good.”
Gareth felt another hand move up above the other, towards his anus. The fingers were wet – greasy, even, and they stroked all around his virgin hole, covering it in the substance. The other hand kept going on his balls.
The fingers withdrew for a moment, before being replaced by something else – something rubber, about the size of a thumb. Gareth knew exactly what was going to happen – his cock was fully erect between his stomach and the table. Who knew this would turn me on?
He felt the rubber tip being pushed onto his ass. Naturally, his muscles tightened up, but, with the help of Nurse Verne’s generous lubricant application, his anus couldn’t keep the intruder out for long, and it slipped into him, all the way. The tip was long, and a bump at its base prevented it from coming out without a pull – or a push from Gareth. He heard a click, and warm water started rushing into his anal cavity.
“Uuuuuuuugh,” he moaned, involuntarily.
“Mmm,” said Nurse Verne, and fondled one of Gareth’s buttocks. “Most of the new ones enjoy that.”
Gareth was breathing deeply. He couldn’t help but feel himself being filled up – it was a weird sensation, and it spread throughout his insides. A gurgling noise came from somewhere inside him.
“Once you’ve taken the whole bag, and I’m satisfied that you’ve been thoroughly…hm, ‘irrigated,’ I will allow you to expel the water and whatever else is in there.” She motioned to a door at the back of the room, indicating that that was where the toilet was.
Gareth moaned in reply. He was acutely aware of how full he was now feeling, and how urgently his bowels wanted to expel their rapidly expanding contents. It was like nothing he had ever felt before: like a massive dump just waiting to go, but getting bigger and bigger all the time. He had to squeeze his ass hard so as not to accidentally shit the tube – and everything else – out.
The water continued flowing for a few minutes, Gareth moaning intermittently. Nurse Verne simply stood and watched.
When the flow stopped, Gareth picked his head up and looked at the bag. It was definitely empty; so was the clear tube that ran from it into his asshole.
“Good boy,” said Nurse Verne. “I don’t think I’ve seen a new student take the whole bag that fast.
“Can I go, now? To the toilet?” Gareth’s voice was shaking. His cock was still fully engorged.
Nurse Verne laughed. “No, of course not.” She approached the table. “Tighten,” she commanded, and Gareth complied, knowing exactly what she meant. The tip was extracted, taking with it a few drops of water, but Gareth managed to successfully hold everything else inside.
Then she made him go into several different positions on the table. On his side, on his back, on his other side, on all fours (that one felt particularly embarrassing), then on his side again, and so forth.
“Have to make sure you’re getting a thorough clean-out,” she said, aiding him into what would be the last position. “How do you feel?”
“Full,” said Gareth.
“Well, that’s how you’re supposed to feel. You can go now,” she said, motioning to the door again.
Gareth clambered off the table and waddled, hunched over, through the doorway. He felt the full weight of his ass’s contents as they sloshed from side to side as he moved.
He entered a room almost the same size as the office – a toilet sat in the corner, next to a sink, and across from a shower. For any unfortunate messes, thought Gareth. There wasn’t a lock on the door.
Gareth plonked himself onto the toilet and let loose. A loud, long and wet fart exploded from his ass, and it was followed by a torrent of shitty water.
“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh,” he moaned loudly, barely over the sound of the water hitting the bottom of the bowl. The rapid expulsion felt great – his cock was just as stiff as ever.
When the first rush of water ceased, a knock came at the door. “I forgot to mention.” It was Nurse Verne. “Feel free to use the facilities at your discretion. You’re to be in there for half an hour in order to make sure that you’re completely flushed out.”
“Uh, okay,” said Gareth, before another explosion of water shot out from his now tender anus. Thirty minutes? he thought. Perfect.
He grabbed his cock with his right hand and started jerking. He clenched his ass tightly, stemming the flow – he figured the combined feeling of water rushing from his ass and cum blasting from his cock would be exhilarating.
As he jerked, Gareth fantasized giving anal to Nurse Verne. He imagined leaning her over the table in the office, ploughing her with long, deep strokes until she came, just from the sensation in her ass. However, he couldn’t help but derive pleasure from the feeling in his own asshole – that intense fullness, waiting to burst forth.
His cock pulsed, preparing to shoot his load – his breathing intensified, but Gareth dared not moan – he didn’t want Nurse Verne to know what he was doing. He edged closer to orgasm, and closer, and his ass started to spasm as a new feeling spread inside it – a warm, tingly feeling – and he was just seconds from exploding from both his dick and ass.
Then the door burst open. It was Headmistress Ives.
“Ah!” exclaimed Gareth, letting go of his cock – and ass. The water streamed out, along with another wet fart, and he felt his face go crimson.
“So,” said the Headmistress. She was no longer wearing her jacket. Instead she wore a tight leather corset, which lifted her breasts, displaying them high up on her torso. “Is there a reason that you feel comfortable using our facilities for masturbation?”
“No miss, I, um-”
“You are not here to jerk off. Nurse Verne has kindly performed her job, and all she has requested of you is compliance.”
“I’m sorry, headmistress.”
Headmistress Ives lifted her left hand. A small, cage-like device hung from her pinky. “I don’t think you are, Mister White.” She knelt down in front of him, and clicked open a ring at the bottom of the cage. She looked into Gareth’s eyes. “Continue,” she said.
“Huh?”
“Continue.”
“Okay, okay,” said Gareth, and tried to relax his bowels. He couldn’t help but look at the device, however. The cage was just over the length of his erect cock. Small spikes penetrated the space inwards, and a three-inch metal rod extended downwards from inside the top of the cage.
She gripped his rapidly shrinking cock, holding it upright. Gareth couldn’t help deriving pleasure from her grasp – his cock immediately stopped shrinking. Then, she put the cage over his member, pushing it down until the rounded end of the rod touched the tip.
Then she pushed some more.
“Hnnnnnnnn!” Gareth gripped the sides of the toilet bowl as the rod was forced into his urethra, expanding the inside of his cock. “What- what are you doing,” he managed, through gritted teeth.
Headmistress Ives remained silent as she pushed the last inch into Gareth’s dick. Then, she grabbed his balls with a thumb and forefinger and clicked the metal ring back together around the base of both his cock and scrotum. She produced a small padlock, and fastened it to the ring, locking it in place.
Gareth’s cock was now trapped in the infernal device – the combination of the spikes and the rod sent all kinds of pain up and down its length. Gareth squirmed on the toilet, whilst squirts of water continued to shoot out from his ass.
Headmistress Ives stood up. “Nurse Verne informs me that you have just over twenty minutes left. Perhaps now you’ll learn that this proud Academy is not a place for such activities as that.” She gestured up towards the ceiling, where Gareth could see a black dome – a camera. Then she turned towards the doorway. “Nurse Verne, I’ll return when the remaining twenty minutes are up. I’d like to finish the medical myself, to ensure that no more hijinks occur.”
“I will see you soon, Mister White,” and she left the room, closing the door behind her.
The last twenty minutes passed slowly. Try as he might, Gareth couldn’t get free of the cage and the constant pain that came with being trapped inside it. Nor could he get off the toilet and into a more comfortable position, given the randomness of his anal expulsions.
He had to wait it out.
At some point, he figured his ass to be completely empty. A couple of big pushes came with only small, high-pitched farts and the feeling that he was going to shit his whole ass, so he cleaned himself off and lay down on the cold, tiled floor, and waited for something to happen.
And something did happen, when, at the end of the twenty minutes (or so Gareth presumed), a command came.
“Time is up,” came Headmistress Ives. “Clean up, and come back.”
He took the opportunity to pause and take a couple of deep breaths, preparing himself for whatever else she might have in store for him.
On the table was a black, leather harness. Gareth’s heart sunk.
Headmistress Ives, who had been sitting on the one chair, stood up. “I hope you learned your lesson, Mister White.”
“Yes…I have, Miss Ives.”
“Good.” She motioned for Gareth to approach the table.
The harness consisted of three parts: the leather itself, which, when fitted together, looked to be connected by straps held in place by lockable metal parts. Gareth realized that, just like the cock cage, this would be padlocked indefinitely. Attached to an open metal ring on the front was a plastic tube with a hole at its top. The tube itself curved upwards, resembling an erect penis. The third thing was what gripped Gareth’s attention most. It was a black, rubber, two-and-a-half-inch butt plug.
“Standard uniform for all students of Darkholme Academy. Nurse Verne informed me that she felt your to be ass suited for the size two plug.”
“Size two?” Gareth asked.
She looked at him quizzically. “We go up to size five. Would you like me to request a larger one?”
“No, no.”
“Fine.” She seemed disappointed.
Ives approached Gareth, then unlocked the cock cage. She clicked it open, removing the spikes from his skin and freeing his now purple balls, then pulled it slowly from his urethra.
“Uuuugh,” moaned Gareth, as the metal slid out of him. His cock flopped down once the thing had been taken out.
“I decided to treat you lightly, given that you’re new here,” said Ives, as she discarded the cage. “If you do that again, the punishment will be much more severe.”How could it be any more severe than that? thought Gareth. He didn’t want to find out.
Ives produced a pump-bottle filled with a clear substance. She offered it to Gareth, who took it.
“Lubricant,” she said. “To help you put on your uniform.”
Gareth thought that, like the enema, he would have the task performed for him. “You want me to…?”
“I want you to plug up your own asshole, yes,” she said sternly. Ives then leaned onto one of the counters on the edge of the room. It was clear to Gareth that he would have an audience.
He took the plug in hand, and started to pick up the harness.
“No,” said Ives. “That is not to move.”
“What? How-”
“Get up onto the table,” she said, staring at Gareth.
“Okay,” he sighed.
“Yes, miss,” said Ives.
“What?” said Gareth, before realizing what was obviously a mistake. “Oh. Yes, miss.”
He clambered up onto the table and got down on all fours. The way the harness was laying necessitated that he point his ass towards the headmistress. He imagined it was what she wanted, anyway.
Gareth pumped out some lube onto his palm, then rubbed it over his anus, before testing its tightness with a finger. He shuddered as his fingertip entered his own asshole – it was cold, but his ring twitched with pleasure.
He moved to the plug, applying a generous amount of lube all over it, even over the tapered bottom. Once it was slick and shining, he hopped up like a rabbit and dangled his ass over the tip.
He took a breath, and lowered himself.
Thanks to the lube, his ass opened up immediately, welcoming the big black invader. Gareth slid down further, moaning as he went, until he started to feel a stretch. He stopped, then pushed down a little, further expanding his tender hole.
He paused as soon as he felt pain, then raised himself all the way off the plug. He reapplied lube to both the plug and his ass, and used three fingers to coat the inside of his butt with the slippery goo. He shivered as his fingertips brushed up against the walls of his ass. Again, his cock hardened.
He sat down again, and his ass gave way to almost the whole thing.
“Ugh,” he moaned, as it entered him. Why does this feel so good? he asked himself.
This time, he only felt pain when he reached the widest part of the plug, but he knew, with a little extra push, it would pop right in. He took a breath.
“Do it,” said Ives. “Submission is pleasure.”
And he popped onto the plug. His ass tightened around the base immediately.
“Mmmmmmm,” Gareth said, his ass gifted by the full feeling that the invader brought. As with the enema, it made him feel as if he needed to void his bowels, but he didn’t care. Submission is pleasure.
Ives didn’t waste any time. She came to the table and began strapping Gareth into the harness as he kneeled down to make it easier for her. She placed his hard cock straight through the metal ring and into the tube. It was only then that Gareth realized it was a chastity device: there was no way to remove his cock unless the entire harness was unlocked and taken off.
“The device will allow your cock to become erect, as you can plainly tell. Rather than use a device that constricts the penis, however, Darkholme uses this in order for the staff to easily identify any horny students. Although you may derive pleasure from the butt plug’s presence, understand that you are not to gain an erection during classes or activities, or when in the presence of a staff member. Do you understand?”
“Yes, miss,” said Gareth.
“Good,” she said.
Gareth got off the table. The harness felt strange; like a big, warm diaper, and the butt plug made him walk bow-legged. His erection began to shrink.
“Welcome to Darkholme Academy,” said Headmistress Ives, as she led him out of the office, past his crumpled old clothes and duffel bag. Gareth suspected he wouldn’t need them anymore.
“Ah,” she said. “It seems everybody is back from physical education.”
And they were. Crowds of male students marched along the corridor, clutching notepads and books. All of them were wearing a harness, and none of them seemed phased by it, or each other’s nakedness. Gareth couldn’t help but wonder which of them wore size fives.
Ives handed him a sheet of paper. On it was a timetable, detailing Gareth’s personal schedule.
“Slave training 101.” She pointed down the corridor. “Straight down, turn left. Room zero-zero-nine,” she said, before marching back towards her office, leaving Gareth alone in the river of people. He looked at the timetable again.
“Welcome to Darkholme,” it said, in large bold letters.To be continued…

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Uncle Ash: Part 2

It has been over a month since Ash first took Lori’s virginity and he has kept his promise not to assault her again. He instead has found himself a new girlfriend.

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The Kingdom ch. 01

The Kingdom Ch. 01
Prince Atheling took careful aim with his crossbow and let the bolt fly. The poor pigeon never had a chance as the bolt struck it and it tumbled out of the sky. But as it did, it fluttered down behind the grove of bushes that lined the bottom of the castle wall.
Stepping over to the bushes, he parted them with his hands and stepped inside to search for the bird. The growth was thick and he had to fight his way through the bushes as he looked for the bird. Then, moving over to castle wall where the growth wasn’t quite as thick, he stepped down the wall searching for his bird. As he moved along, he saw a loophole in the wall. Wondering what in looked in on, he stepped over and peered through it.
What he saw would haunt him to his dying day and change the whole land around him. The fiery spasm of perverse excitement that fired off in his brain made him dizzy as he gawked in the loophole in stunned silence.
It was his mother, Queen Ides. And she was naked! Naked and standing in a big, copper tub while her hand maid stood beside her running a soapy washcloth over the queen’s naked body. He knew that his mother had a beautiful face but the rest of her body had remained a mystery to him. He had heard it said that the queen was one of the most beautiful women in the land and what he now saw convinced him that the rumors had been right. She was exquisitely beautiful, he told himself as he stared on in reverent awe.
She stood with her back facing the loophole. Her breasts were so large, Atheling could see their rounded sides extending out beyond her arms. Her ebony black hair hung down in wet strands, the curled tips just brushing the rounded slope of her shoulders. Atheling let his eyes wander down the sweep of her back, down to the cheeks of her perfect ass. Letting his hungry eyes explore the unrivaled beauty of her ass, he imagined that it had to have been carved out of the purest, white alabaster by the hand of a master sculptor. And below it, her long, shapely legs swooped and curved down and down until they were hidden behind the copper tub. Atheling stared on in worshipful reverence, watching as soap bubbles slowly slithered down the sweep of her graceful back and legs. While his mother’s body partially blocked his view of the handmaid, he could see that the handmaid was running the washcloth over his mother’s big, jutting breasts.
Guiltily, he could feel his big his prick growing hard as he peeked in at his mother. But he had no control over it. His body was built to react in a certain way in the presence of such beauty, and it was performing as designed. Even if it was his mother who was generating such a depraved response.
His heart was pounding, his mouth was as dry as the Sahara, and his hands were trembling from the rush of adrenaline that was pouring through his bloodstream as he gaped on. Just then, as he watched on with expectant anticipation, his mother slowly turned and faced the loophole.
She stood facing him with her eyes closed as he feasted his eyes on her beautiful face and body. While he did, her handmaiden was slowly wiping the soapy cloth his mother’s back.
As she had turned, his eyes had been immediately drawn from her face down to the two perfect, white breasts dangling down from her chest. They were exquisite! He had seen breasts before, but never any of such incomparable size and beauty. Comparing her breasts to the breasts he had seen before was like comparing apples to melons. It was obvious that the same master sculptor that had sculpted her perfect ass had molded her exquisite breasts. The only difference was the white alabaster he had chosen for her breasts was laced with faint veins of blue. And the sculptor had tipped each of the magnificent sculptures with a perfectly round circle of a darker pink. Then, as a crowning touch, he had topped each of them off with a jutting nipple of purple. The beautiful sculptures were monuments to the personification of femininity and womanhood.
Finally able to tear his eyes away from the jiggling, bobbing giants, he ran his eyes down over the softly rounded swell of her abdomen. It wasn’t hard and flat like the bellies of the hardworking wenches he had enticed into the stables, but its slight roundness made her seem just that much more exotic. More alluring. More sensual.
At last his eyes swept down over the V of her belly and the tangle of damp, black curls that covered it. The rumors didn’t do her justice, he sickly thought. She wasn’t one of the most beautiful women in the land, she was THE most beautiful woman in the land . . . maybe even in the whole wide world.
As he gawked on with reverent awe, he watched his mother, the queen slowly bend down and grasp hold of the rounded edge of the copper tub. Resting her weight on her hands, she slowly inched her long legs apart. As she did, Atheling saw the handmaiden’s hands appear up between the queen’s widespread legs. The hand slowly slipped up through the queen’s legs with a finger extended and found the queen’s large, swollen clit. Then, Atheling thought his fully hardened prick was going to explode as he watched the girl stick out two fingers and ease them up into the queen’s cunt. Was this where the title “handmaiden” came from, he dizzily wondered, watching the girl slide her fingers in and out of the queen sopping pussy. Watching the handmaiden rub her finger back and forth across the queen’s swollen clit as she fucked the queen’s cunt with her fingers was the most perversely exciting thing he’d ever seen.
Watching his mother’s giant tits bobble up and down as the girl fucked her with her fingers, Atheling dug his hand down into his britches and hauled out his big, stiff prick. He couldn’t believe this was all happening as he stroked his cock and watched his mother, the queen getting fucked by her handmaiden. This was his mother, the queen. The very epitome of purity and virtue in his eyes. And she was letting her handmaiden fuck her with her fingers. It was all just too much.
He could feel the cum down in his balls beginning to bubble and boil as he continued to whack his cock while he watched.
All at once, his mother’s head flew back. She let out a loud, gasping grunt and her whole body began to shake and shiver. Then her hips began to bob up and down as she fucked the handmaiden’s fingers while they slid in and out of her cunt.
This went on for the longest time, until at last, he saw the grimace melt off his mother’s pretty face and her hips ground to a slow stop. As they did, the handmaiden eased her fingers out of the queen’s pussy and swirled them around in the soapy water to wash away the goo that covered them.
That did it for Atheling as he felt his peter lurch and spurt out a giant wad of cum onto the castle wall.
As Atheling’s continued to jerk and spurt out more and more thick, gooey cum, he watched as his mother pushed up off the edge of the tub and stood back up. Her massive breasts floundered about wildly as she stepped out of the tub and then walked out of his line of sight.
At last his cock stopped spurting and began to soften. Stuffing it back in his pants, he stumbled back out of the bushes and headed back to his room with the image of his beautiful mother dancing in his head.
From that day forward, young Prince Atheling spent a goodly portion of his time spying on the queen whenever the opportunity presented itself.
Then one day another even more lurid display of lewdness unfolded before his eyes.
His mother was bathing, alone this time. She was sitting in the copper tub slowly running a soapy washcloth over her gigantic tits as Atheling stood watching and slowly working his hand up and down his big, rock-hard cock. Then Atheling heard a sound. It came from out of his line of sight so he couldn’t see what made the sound. But he saw his mother turn her head to the side and smile. From his loophole, Atheling initially couldn’t see what had caused the smile but he quickly found out, as his father, the king came walking up to the tub where his mother sat. His father said something to the queen, but Atheling couldn’t make out what he said.
Just then, the queen slowly laid the washcloth on the edge of the tub and reached out to the front of the king’s britches. Looking up at the king with a mischievous smile on her pretty lips, she began to unbutton the buttons running down the front of the king’s breeches. Atheling could see the big bulge thrusting out against his father’s pants as his mother’s finger’s crawled downward over it. Then when she unbuttoned the last button, she slowly spread the king’s breeches open and his big, limp prick flopped out into the open.
Atheling heard the queen murmur something, but couldn’t make out the words as he watched her take his father’s cock in her hand and slowly lift it up to her mouth. What was she doing, he giddily wondered? Was she going to put his father’s cock in her mouth? He’d never heard of such a thing, but it sent a shiver of excitement trickling through his own cock as he watched. Then he saw his mother open her mouth and slowly, sensually ease the big, purple head of the king’s cock into her mouth. Atheling jerked his hand away from his cock not wanting to shoot his wad before he saw what was going to happen next.
The queen kept leaning forward easing her lips down the flaccid shaft of the king’s cock until at last, her full, red lips were encircling its thick, hairy base. She had the whole damned thing inside her mouth, Atheling giddily thought. The whole thing! He couldn’t believe it. Then he saw the queen’s cheeks hollow as she began to suck on the king’s cock. As she did, the king reached down and lovingly ran his pudgy fingers through her damp, black hair.
Atheling watched on in an envious daze as the queen eagerly sucked on the king’s peter. Time seemed to fly by and it seemed to be only a matter of seconds before the king’s prodigious peter was jutting out in front of him stiff and hard.
Now the queen had her hands wrapped around the jutting monster as she hungrily devoured it with her mouth. As she gobbled away, the king curled his fingers down into the queen’s hair and began working his fat ass back and forth while he slowly fucked the queen’s pretty face. As the king’s big dick slid in and out between the queen’s lips, she ran her hands around to his ass, clutching it, pushing and pulling on it to control the tempo of the lewd act.
Was he going to come in her mouth, Atheling wondered? Was the queen going to let him shoot his wad in her mouth? The king’s ass moved back and forth faster and faster until all of a sudden, he jerked back and pulled his spit-covered peter out of her mouth. Then he reached down and took hold of her hands.
Atheling watched on as she struggled to her feet in the tub. Streams of bubbly water coursed down her exquisite body as the king let go of her hands and pushed his pants down his hairy legs. Stepping out of them, he took the queen’s hand as she stepped out of the tub. Atheling watched her mammoth breasts quiver and bob as the king led her toward her big, queen-sized, four poster bed. The king’s big, stiff peter jutted out in front of him, flouncing up and down wildly as he shuffled toward the bed.
Reaching the bed, the queen immediately crawled up on it and rolled over onto her back. Atheling watched on in an envious rage as she quickly spread her legs apart and fingered her pussy open. Now she was open and ready for the king as he quickly crawled up between her outstretched legs. If only it were me she was inviting down between her legs, Atheling jealously thought as the king grabbed hold of his cock and aimed it down at the gaping hole between her legs. If only that was my cock, Atheling resentfully thought as he watched the king mount her and slide his big peter down inside the queen’s greedy cunt.
Atheling couldn’t watch anymore. He wanted her so badly he ached all over as he stuffed his cock back in his pants and stumbled back out of the bushes. There had to be a way, he told himself. A way to get the queen mother into his bed. He wouldn’t be able to rest until he did.
His delusional fixation on his mother grew with each passing day until it became an obsession with him. And as his obsession with his mother grew, his hate for his father, the king grew on a proportional scale. He was tottering on the brink of insanity when he finally decided he had to act . . .
~
Prince Atheling’s big, black war-horse went clattering across the drawbridge and out into the bailey of the castle. Reining the behemoth to a stop, he tossed the reins down to the groom waiting for him and dropped to his feet by the giant horse. Patting the horse’s lathered neck, he turned and quickly strode across the stone floor toward the castle entrance.
Stepping inside, he saw that everyone was dressed in black. Every one was grieving for the lately departed king. His father, good King Enclaus, had been killed by a bolt from a crossbow in the recent battle of Hastings. Too bad, Prince Atheling smiled to himself, finding little incentive to mourn the passing of his father. His father’s death had conveniently opened up a whole new world to Prince Atheling. And soon, he would no longer be Prince Atheling! He would be christened King Atheling. The new king and it would be him ruling the land, not his poor, deceased father. Then, at last, he would finally be able to quiet the insistent craving that he had carried with him for so long.
The only thing nagging the prince was the little sliver of guilt he felt. How could the bolt from his crossbow go so far wide? It was almost as if the bolt had a mind of its own and had flown straight for his father’s heart. And how could he have known of the chink in his father’s mail that had been weakened by the hand of someone close to the king? How could he, the best crossbowman in the land have his shot go so wrong? Why if one didn’t know better, one would say that he did it on purpose. And now, it was his destiny to take over the land. Take his father’s place. Take over the land and the king’s possessions. All of the old king’s possessions . . .
Just then, Prince Atheling saw his mother, Queen Ides come striding toward him with tears streaming down her pretty face. She was dressed in a long, flowing, black cote-hardie and he couldn’t keep from dropping his eyes down to her bounteous bosom as it floundered about under the dress. The sweeping neckline of the black, velvet dress revealed the tops of her large breasts and seemed to magnify their size and volume. And the fact that her breasts were filled with breast milk made Prince Atheling even more determined to have them as his own.
“Oh, my son,” she blubbered out, stepping up to him and wrapping her arms around him.
The prince reveled in the feel of her bosom crushed against his chest as he slowly wrapped his arms around her to return her hug.
“I’m so sorry, mother,” Prince Atheling lied, crocodile tears streaming down his cheeks as he pulled her to him. “I wish that it had been me instead of him . . .”
“No, no, you mustn’t think that, my son. What is done is done. Now we must move on,” she wept, stepping back and daintily dabbing at her tear-stained cheek with a black, silk handkerchief. “I can only be thankful that the both of you weren’t taken from me.”
“You still have a part of him,” Prince Atheling said, reaching out and wiping away a big tear off her cheek with the back of a finger. “You have Prince Gothling . . . and me . . .”
“Yes, I know and if you’ll excuse me, my Lord, I must go to the prince now,” she told him, stepping back away from him. “It is time for his feeding . . .”
“We’ll talk later, my Queen,” he mumbled watching her turn away from him.
Then he stood watching the sway of her long, black dress as she quickly made her way over to the nursery maid who stood holding little Prince Gothling. Nursing time, he thought, watching the queen lead the maid across the main hall toward her quarters. Enjoy your time with your other son while you may, my mother, he said to himself. For Prince Gothling’s remaining time on this earth is short . . .
In a week’s time, the coronation of Prince Atheling was over and he was now the king of the land. After he was king, he systematically set about replacing his father’s men with ones he knew were loyal to himself. Finally, there was only one last detail left that he needed to take care of. Prince Gothling! Prince Gothling, his brother, was his last threat to the throne. And that threat had to be removed . . .
He sent a message to Baron Sade, his most trusted and loyal friend inviting him to join him in his chambers . . .
“Baron, my friend,” the king smiled, motioning for the Baron to take a seat in the ornate chair that sat by the roaring fire. “I’ve brought you here to ask a great favor of you.”
“Yes, my sire?” the baron asked, smiling and taking the gold goblet of wine that the king offered him. “What can a lowly baron do for my king?”
“I have a task for you that calls for a most discrete handling,” the king said, stepping over to the other chair sitting by the fireplace. “I would do it myself, but it would be so, so unkingly, shall we say.”
“What is this task, my sire?” the baron asked, taking a sip of wine.
“It is one for which you will be well rewarded for, my liege,” the king smiled.
“What my sire? What? The suspense is killing me,” the baron asked.
“Prince Gothling!” the king stated.
The baron looked back at him with a puzzled look on his face. “Prince Gothling? I don’t understand my Lord.”
“I need someone to remove the last challenge to my throne . . .”
“You—you mean—you mean kill Prince Gothling?” the baron choked out his face turning an ashen white.
“Yes, that is what I mean! And the rank of earl will be yours when the job is done.”
Atheling could almost hear the wheels turning inside the baron’s head as the color slowly seeped back into his face.
“Earl! Earl of Sade? That does have a nice ring to it, doesn’t it,” the baron smiled, the shock of the request seemingly dissipated by the promise of the new rank.
“Then you’ll do this for me?” the king asked, taking another sip of wine.
“Consider it done, my sire,” the baron said, lifting his goblet in a salute to the king. “Your wish is my command . . .”
The next morning, the king rose early and went out to his throne.
The wait was short as he heard a horrifying scream rent the air of the castle. The scream came from the queen’s quarters and he immediately knew that the baron, no, make that the Earl of Sade had been successful.
Just then, the door to the queen’s chamber’s crashed open and the queen came staggering out carrying the lifeless body of Prince Gothling in her arms.
“He is dead!” she screamed. “Dead! Who would kill such a dear child?”
Just then, her eyes found his. A momentary look of hate flitted across her face and she held the baby out toward him.
“He’s dead . . .” she groaned out, dropping to her knees and clutching the child to her bosom.
Now she’ll need someone else to suckle those big breasts, he sickly thought. And I know just the person to take over for poor, Prince Gothling.
The king let his mother mourn the loss of her son for a week before he put his plan into motion. After the week passed, he sent a note to her asking her to join him in his quarters. And to bring milk with her for he was thirsting for a drink of milk.Sitting by the fireplace, King Atheling sipped on a goblet of wine as he waited for his mother to respond to his request. The roaring fire had taken the chill off the room as the brisk winds of winter blew outside. Snow had begun to fall and was now beginning to stick to the ground. It promised to be a day that would drive a person inside, he told himself, smiling in anticipation of what he had planned to occupy himself on this cold, blustery day.
When he heard the light knock on the door, he set his goblet down and slowly walked to the door. Pulling it open, he saw his mother standing in the hall with a jug of milk in her hands.
“Come in, Mother,” he said, stepping aside and waving his hand in a flourish to welcome her inside.
“I’ve brought your milk, my sire,” she murmured, stepping inside as the king closed the door behind her.
“I see you have,” Atheling said, “Put it on the table and come sit.”
He watched her slowly step to the table and set the jug on it. Then he motioned to the same chair that the Earl of Sade had sat in on that auspicious day that he had agreed to kill Prince Gothling.
As she sat down, Atheling strolled over to the other chair and sat down facing her.
“I am lonely, Mother and I have decided to take a queen to ease that loneliness,” he smiled, taking a tiny sip of wine.
“Oh,” she murmured. “Who? Who is to be your new queen?”
“I have decided to invoke my kingly right to succession,” he said, watching her as she looked back at him with a puzzled look on her face. “Invoke my right to take the hand of the old king’s queen.”
“What?” she gasped.
“I have no need for another queen,” the prince smiled, letting his eyes stray down to her bosom, then back to her ashen face. “I have my mother to stand by my side as my queen . . .”
Her hand flew up to her throat as she looked at him with a fearful, confused look on her pretty face.
“Me? Your mother? Your mother as your queen?” she gasped. “How can that be?”
“I am the king, mother! I can do anything I please . . .” he grinned. “Anything I please . . . and it would be best if one didn’t forget that . . .”
“Yes, my sire,” she mumbled, staring at him with a shocked look on her face.
Then Atheling pushed himself up out of the chair and purposefully stepped over to the table. He could see that his revelation had unsettled her as he reached out and picked up the jug of milk.
As she sat watching him, he slowly tipped the jug. The white milk poured out onto the floor, splashing and sending white droplets flying all over, some of them even splattering onto her dress.
“My sire,” she gasped, staring down at the milk as it spread out over the floor. “Why? You . . . you told me to bring milk.”
“Come, my Mother,” he said, placing the empty jug on the table and stepping over to where she sat. “Did you really think I wanted cow’s milk when I can have mother’s milk!”
“What, what do you mean?” she asked as he stood smugly looking down at her.
Atheling reached down to her and slowly ran his fingers over the swell of her bosom. “This is the milk I thirst for, Mother.”
Ides gasped, staring down at her son’s hand as it brushed across her heaving bosom.
“You can’t . . . you can’t . . . I can’t . . . not that,” she whimpered, starting to push his hand away, but thinking better of it.
“Yes, Mother, I can,” he told her kneeling to the floor in front of her. “Remember, Mother, dear, I am the king, and I can do as I wish.”
Then, as she stared down at his hand, she watched as he began to unbutton the bodice of her dress.
“This is . . . you can’t . . . please . . .” she begged as he continued to slowly move his fingers down the front of her dress unbuttoning button after button. “I am your mother . . .”
“But I am also your king . . .” Atheling reminded her. “And you have milk that is going to waste. You have no one to give it to . . . And what can be wrong with giving your milk to your own son? Just as you did, lo those long years ago.”
“Please, my king, please, don’t do this,” she begged.
Finally Atheling’s fingers stopped moving down her dress which was now unbuttoned all the way down to her waist.
Looking down, she could see that his fingers were trembling as he delicately pinched the material between his fingers and thumbs and slowly began to spread her dress open.
She couldn’t stop the blush of red that painted her face as Atheling spread her dress open to reveal the two ripened melons jutting out from her chest. They were exquisite examples of motherhood as they hung down from her chest, heavy and laden with mother’s milk.
Atheling had never seen a pair of breasts so beautiful as he gawked down at the drooping treasures. So full, so ripe like two melons ready to be harvested. Melons filled with the nectar of the gods. Nectar to quench the thirst that he had endured for so long. He had thought them to be big before, but now, heavily laden with breast milk, they were huge.
And now they were his. Cherished prizes to feast his eyes on and his to bring forth the liquid treasure they held.
King Atheling slowly ran the tips of his fingers over his mother’s sagging udders, marveling in their smooth softness.
“So beautiful . . .” he whispered, gently fingering the swollen, purple nipple that jutted out of the center of the darkened tip of one giant breast.
“Please, my king, please don’t do this . . .” she wept as tears began to flow down her cheeks and drip down off her jaws onto her quivering breasts.
“But I must, Mother,” he murmured. “We mustn’t let the treasure they hold go to waste. I must taste your sweet mother’s milk once again. Taste it and drink from your beautiful breast just as I did so long ago.”
As he spoke, Atheling gently cupped the tear-slickened breast and slowly lifted it up to his mouth.
“Please, my king . . .” she begged watching him purse his lips around the big, jutting nipple.
Atheling began to gently suck on the swollen pap. As he did, milk began to flow from it. Slowly at first, the sweet milk trickled out into his mouth as he savored its rich sweetness. As he suckled her, she wept, her sobs making her other udder quiver and bobble beside his face. The flow of milk flowing out into his mouth slowly became thicker and thicker as he sucked harder and harder.
Finally, Atheling let go of his mother’s nipple and kissed his way down into the valley between her big, milk-laden breasts and up onto her other quivering breast. As he did, milk continued to trickle out of the nipple he had just suckled. The white liquid ran down the rounded under slope of her breast and down onto her heaving belly to where it was soaked up by her dress. But it went unseen by him as he pursed his lips around her other nipple and began to suck on it.
His mother continued to weep as he drank his fill of her sweet mother’s milk. At last, he was finished with her breasts. Then, as she continued to sniffle and try to choke back the tears, Atheling pushed up to his feet in front of her. Looking down at her, he watched as she ran the backs of her hands across her tear-stained cheeks trying to wipe away the tears.
“My britches,” Atheling said to her. “Open my britches, Mother.”
Her mouth dropped open as she stared up at him in disbelief.
“No—no—you can’t—not that,” she gasped.
“Open my britches, Mother,” he said, watching a look of revulsion wash across her face. “Open my britches and find your king’s gift to you. I wish to repay your generous offering of milk with a gift of my own milk.”
“No—no—I can’t—” she wept, her eyes dropping down to the bulge jutting out in the front of his britches.
“You must, my queen,” he told her, reaching down and roughly grasping her hand in his. “I am your king. It is your duty as queen to please your king . . .”
Just then, he lifted her hand and shoved it up against the bulge.
“No—no—please, my king,” she pleaded as he held her trembling hand thrust against his hard, throbbing cock.
“Feel it? Feel what your beauty has done to it! It is you who have done this to me. It is you that has made it hard and swollen,” he snarled. “Now you must take it and make it soft once again.”
“Oh, my Lord, please, please don’t do this thing. It’s, it’s sacrilege . . .” she wept.
“Open my britches, my queen,” he told her, a hint of anger creeping into his voice.
More tears were streaming down her cheeks dropping down onto her quivering breasts as she wept. Then finally, her trembling fingers crept up to the button at the top of his britches. Sobbing plaintively, she slowly pushed the button through the buttonhole. Then with a look of fear, she slowly spread open his pants. As she did, Atheling’s big, hard penis sprang out into the open.
He heard the sharp intake of breath as his mother stared at the giant, evil creature bobbing up and down in front of her face.
“Touch it, my queen,” Atheling told her, stepping closer. “Touch your king’s royal scepter.”
“I can’t—please, I can’t,” she sobbed. “I’m your mother . . . please don’t make me do this . . .”
“But you’re my queen; too,” he told her, inching even closer. “And it is your duty to please your king!”
Then, he grabbed hold of her trembling hand again and roughly thrust it against his twitching cock.
“Touch it and feel its power,” he said, holding her shaking hand against his cock. “Wouldn’t you like to feel that power down between your legs. Feel its power filling your cunt . . .”
“Please—please—please—” she pleaded, straining to pull her hand away from his cock.
“But you must, my queen . . . it is my command . . . and you know what happens to those who disobey the king’s commands, don’t you,” he told her, straining to hold her hand against his penis.
As the threat sank in, he felt her slowly stop resisting.
“Hold it,” he ordered her. “Hold it in your hand and fondle it.”
“Please, please, my king, don’t . . . don’t make me do this,” she wept.
But even as she spoke her little hand slowly curled around the thick shaft of his jutting cock.
“Is it bigger?” he asked her, thrusting his cock at her. “Is it bigger than my father’s cock was?”
“Yes—yes,” she hissed. “Yes, it is bigger than your father’s . . .”
Yes, he arrogantly thought. He was bigger than his father was, and now he was going to lay claim to the treasure that his father had hoarded all the long years. Now that treasure that lay down between her pretty legs was waiting for him. Waiting for him to take it as his own.
“Kiss it,” he commanded. “Kiss the royal scepter with your lips . . .”
“No—I can’t,” she whined.
“But you must . . . you must show it respect before it enters your sacred chalice,” he scoffed. “Show it the same respect that you showed to father’s royal scepter. Surely you didn’t disrespect father’s scepter, did you?”
“No—no—I didn’t disrespect your father,” she whimpered. “I did touch it that way . . . to please him, but you, you’re my son.”
“Then please your new king, too,” he grunted, reaching out and cupping the back of her head in the palm of his hand.
Straining against her resistance, he forced her head toward him at the same time he inched his hips forward.
“Take it,” he growled as the big, purple head of his cock nudged up against her full, red lips. “Take it in your mouth and show it your respect!”
Pressing his cock against her soft lips, he continued to pull her toward him. Finally, he watched her lips part and the head of his cock slowly slipped in between them.
“Suck on it, my queen,” he panted, thrusting his cock into her mouth. “Suck on it just like you sucked on father’s cock. Suck out its sweet essence.”
Pushing his cock into her mouth, he had almost half of his cock buried down inside it before he felt her begin to tentatively suck on it. He wanted to come in her mouth so badly. But he couldn’t. Not the first time. The first time must be reserved for her cunt. He must fill it with his seed and let her give him an heir. Once she was with child, his child, then he would make her drink from his fountain of youth. Make her drink from it and swallow its creamy load down into her belly.
“Harder—suck it harder—” he ordered her, reaching out and grabbing hold of a handful of her hair. Then he felt her suck harder as he held her head in between his hands and fucked her pretty face.
Tears were still streaming down her face, dripping down onto his muscular thighs and her bobbling breasts as he fucked her hot mouth.
At last, he slowly backed his jutting prick out of his mother’s mouth. As it came out she was sucking on it so hard, it made a loud, slurping sound. As he looked down at her, he saw that she couldn’t return his look as her eyes shifted from side to side avoiding his. Then, he reached down and took her hands in his. Gently pulling on them, he lifted her to her feet. As she stood, her big, heavy breasts bobbled and quivered making her swollen nipples bob up and down flinging drops of milk every where.
Atheling slowly peeled her dress down off her the slope of her shoulders and down her arms. Then, he dug his thumbs down under her dress and began easing it down over her rounded hips. Leaning down as he pushed her dress lower, he found one of her jutting nipples with his lips and began teasing his tongue back and forth across it. All at once, her dress went slithering down her legs to puddle at her feet. Stepping back, King Atheling saw that she was wearing a pair of shimmering, red, satin pantaloons. They were the only thing hiding her treasure from his hungry eyes.
“Please, my king . . . please don’t do this . . . I will do the other to respect your royal scepter, but please, not this . . .” she pleaded holding her arms crossed in front of her mammoth breasts.
“But my queen, how am I to father an heir, if we don’t’,” he said. “We must . . .”
Reaching down with both hands, he quickly pushed her red pantaloons down over the swell of her hips. As her pantaloons went whispering down her legs, Atheling saw the forest of curly, black curls covering the Y of her belly. But he had only a momentary glance at it before she covered it with a hand.
“Please, please, my king, please, anything but this . . . ” she wept, trying to hide herself from his prying eyes.
“Come, my beautiful queen,” he murmured, taking hold of the hand covering the mass of black curls at the base of her softly rounded belly.
“Please, my King, we can’t, not that . . . please . . . don’t hurt me,” she wept straining back away from him, digging her feet in to keep from being pulled toward the bed.
“Come, my Queen, and you will suffer no injuries, only pleasure,” he told her, tugging her toward the bed.
“Please,” she whined, tears running down her cheeks as she fought against him.
“I do not wish to harm you. So you must stop resisting. It is inevitable . . .” he growled, a hint of anger in his voice.
Suddenly, the resistance flowed from her body and she went limp, letting herself be docilely led to the bed.
“Crawl onto the bed,” he told her, releasing her hand.
Meekly, she leaned down over the bed, her huge tits swinging below her as she placed knee on the bed and crawled up on it. As she did, King Atheling lovingly ran his fingers over the soft smoothness of her perfect, round ass. This, too, one day, my Queen, he promised himself.
Unbuttoning his ruffled blouse, he watched her lower herself down onto her belly and then slowly roll over onto her back. He stood looking down at her massive breasts as they jiggled softly while she lay with her head turned to the side, softly sobbing and avoiding his eyes.
Peeling his blouse back over his muscular shoulders, he tossed it down onto the foot of the bed. As she lay with her arms at her sides, her mammoth breasts were so large they draped down over her arms partially obscuring them from view.
Leaning down over her, he eased his hands under her legs and lifted them, pulling her toward him at the same time. Pulling her toward him, he continued until her perfect, round ass was resting on the edge of the bed with the oozing, pink gash between her legs poised just above it.
Gently, he lowered her legs until her dainty feet were resting on the stone floor. Now he was standing in between her legs as she lay half on and half off the bed. Then he slowly lowered himself down to his knees between her legs. Suddenly he found himself face to face with the weeping love wound at the pit of her mother’s softly rounded belly. It was just as beautiful as he remembered it being. Maybe even more beautiful now, because it was his. Its thick, meaty lips were wetly cleaving together, hiding the secrecy of the forbidden opening between them. And above the fleshy, dusky-pink lips, her clit jutted out hard and swollen. It was the biggest clit he had ever seen, and by its size and swollen condition, Atheling could see that despite his mother’s protestations, she must be feeling some element of arousal.
Reaching out, Atheling ran his fingers along the smooth softness of her quivering thighs, pushing on them, spreading them wider apart and opening her to him.
“Please . . . no . . .” he heard her softly plead as he leaned closer to her and eased his tongue out.
Then he slowly, teasingly ran his tongue over the jutting bulb of her clit as it jutted up out of its fleshy hood.
“Nooooo . . . ohhhhhhh,” he heard her murmur, the protest seeming to change into a murmured surrender.
Slowly, he began to flick his tongue back and forth across her vulnerable clit. Teasing and tormenting it, he saw her clawed hands dig down into the bed sheets as the muscles in her belly tensed and quivered. Was she fighting to come . . . or to keep from coming, he sickly wondered as he continued to attack her defenseless clit?
“No . . . No . . . No . . .” she whimpered out. But even as she protested, he felt her ever so gently begin to thrust herself against his hungry mouth.
As she lay quietly sobbing, Atheling could see that the big, purple nipples jutting up out of her breasts were painted with her milk. Reaching up over her straining belly, he wrapped one hand around one of the flattened giants and gave it a rough squeeze. As he did, a stream of milk shot up into the air, dropping back down and coating his hand and her breast with a splattering of warm, sticky milk.
The protests had ceased, replaced by soft, murmuring moans as the thrusting of her hips became more and more insistent. Raising his other hand up under his chin, he stuck out two fingers and slowly eased them up to her pussy. Fingering open her goo-covered pussy lips, he pushed his fingers up into the hot clutch of her cunt.
“Unnnnnnnn . . .” she groaned out, the muscles encircling her vagina collapsing down around his fingers, clutching at them and squeezing them.
Working his fingers in and out of her gooey cunt, Atheling could feel his mother growing more and more agitated. Her whole body was tensing, straining as she thrust herself back against his hand and mouth.
“No—no—no—” she groaned out, her head twisting from side to side, but he wouldn’t relent as he kept licking his tongue back and forth across her clit.
Sensing that she was teetering on the edge, he slowly lifted his mouth away from her clit. Smirking, he looked up over her heaving belly to her grimaced face.
“Would my Queen like to come?” he asked her, smirking at her through his juice-smeared lips. “Would she like to finish . . .”
“Yes—yes—please—please let me come,” she pleaded, thrusting her pussy up at him, lifting her beautiful ass up off the bed. “Please—please—touch it—touch it and lick it—make me come—”
“But, Mother, how could I let that happen,” he smirked again, slowly pushing up to his feet between her outstretched legs. “You know the King comes first . . . he must be pleased first before he could allow you to finish . . .””What—what my, King—what can I do for you . . . I’ll do anything you say,” she groveled out. “But please let me come . . .”
“I will take care of that, Mother,” he told her, reaching down and grasping hold of one of her long legs. Thrusting it up into the air, he rested its back against his belly and chest. Then he lifted her other leg up into the air. Her calves were resting against his shoulders and her dainty feet brushing against his temples as he reached down and wrapped his fist around his big, jutting penis.
Stepping closer, he aimed the tapered head of the jutting monster down at the weeping slit between her fat, gorged pussy lips.
“Does the queen want the king to fuck her?” he asked her, slowly rubbing the head of his dick up and down between her juice-slathered cunt lips.
“Yes—yes—” she hissed. “Yes, my king—fuck your queen.”
“Would Mother like her Son to fuck her?” he maliciously asked, fitting the tapered tip of his cock down into the oozing, weeping hole at the bottom of her pussy. “Would Mother like for her Son to fuck her with his big, hard cock?”
“Yes—please—put it in,” she murmured, her eyes tightly clenched together. “Put it in and fuck me with your big, hard cock . . .”
As she spoke, Atheling leaned forward and slowly eased his penis down into the hot, sucking clutch of her cunt.
“No—No—Yes—Yes—Oh, my King . . .” she groveled as he pushed it into her deeper and deeper.
It was everything he thought it would be and more, he giddily told himself, much more. He continued to slowly ease his cock down into her until it was buried all the way up to his big, dangling balls.
Her resisting had made it that much more depraved and exciting. And now her sudden capitulation was the icing on the cake.
“An heir . . . an heir . . . you must give me an heir,” he told her, holding his cock thrust down into the hot muck of her cunt as he ground himself against her.
“No . . . No . . . no, my Lord . . . not that,” she exclaimed. “No, not a child!”
“Yes—yes—a child—my heir—” he grunted, jerking his penis back and then slamming it back into her as hard as he could. “Take my seed and make me an heir down inside your womb . . .”
The time for talk was over, he feverishly thought as he began to fuck her with deep, teeth-rattling strokes. He had waited twenty years for this moment and he was going to savor every last second of it. Fucking her at a furious pace, he leaned down, pressing her legs back down until her knees were almost touching her shoulders. Leaning down through her thighs, he found one of her big, swollen nipples with his lips.
As he began to suck and pluck at her big, puffy nipple she wrapped her hand around her breast and began to squeeze and clutch at it. A stream of thick, rich milk squirted out of the nipple, coating his tongue as he savored it sweetness. Keeping his hips rocking back and forth, he continued to saw his big cock in and out of the clutching tightness of her cunt. As he mercilessly fucked her, the backs of her thighs were rubbing against his sweaty chest, her calves bouncing up and down on his shoulders as her feet waved in the air above his head.
Picking up the pace one more notch, he lifted his mouth up off her breast. But she kept squeezing and kneading her giant breast making more warm milk squirt out of it and splatter all over his face. Humping his big cock in and out of her at a furious pace, he watched the stream of milky white squirt out of the big, purple nipples and shoot up into the air. Her breasts, her thighs, her belly, her face and his face were covered with warm, sticky droplets of her milk as he continued to pump away at her hungry cunt. Fucking her was the end of his life long quest for the Holy Grail, but the fucking and the milk made it all so much more exhilarating. Watching her milk herself, spraying him with her precious nectar made it al that much more decadent and perverted. It was as if she were trying to resist and withhold herself from him while at the same time giving in to the passion of the moment.
Then, suddenly, her arms flew out to the side as she dug her clawed fingers down into the bed sheets. A loud, straining groan escaped her lips as she arched her back and thrust herself up against the pounding attack on her pussy.
Seeing that she was coming, Atheling shoved his big cock down into the clutching, spasming depths of her cunt to let her ride out the storm on it.
Her huge tits, drug down by their weight, rubbed against the bed, their big, puffy nipples pointing out to the side as they suddenly began to squirt out streams of pure, white milk. Spurting out to the side, the streams splashed down on her arms and hands, spotting them with a cloud of white droplets.
Atheling could feel her quivering thighs pattering against his sweaty chest as her stiffened legs pointed straight up into the air. Her dainty feet were arched, curling her toes and pointing them at the ceiling as she groveled through her orgasm. With her head thrown back, eyes clenched shut, her whole body was quivering and shaking as she fought on, coming and coming and coming. Atheling could feel her hot juices leaking out around his embedded cock, dripping down to his dangling balls and coating them with its sticky heat.
It seemed like it would never end for her as she continued to whimper and groan her way through it. At last, the trembling stopped, her muscles softening and relaxing. Her eyelids slowly opened and she looked up at him with a dazed, groggy look on her face.
Her big tits were still leaking out milk, but it was no longer squirting out in streams. It was now slowly oozing out of the big, purple nipples, trickling down the rounded swell of her breast to the bed below. There were two large damp spots under her breasts where the milk was being soaked up by the bed sheets.
Such a waste, he complained to himself as he began to slowly work his big cock in and out of her juice-slathered cunt. Her eyes fluttered shut again and a tiny frown creased her forehead as he fucked her with deep, penetrating strokes. Then he felt her begin to thrust herself back at his pounding attack. The frown grew deeper and he felt her fingers on his hips, clutching at him, guiding him, pushing and pulling, urging him to fuck her harder.
His ass was rocking back and forth like a runaway pendulum moving faster and faster. As it did, his big, juice-smeared cock sloshed in and out of his mother’s hot, clutching cunt churning its juice into a frothy foam that covered his flopping balls and her upturned ass. He could feel the burn down inside his balls growing hotter as they slapped up against his mother’s ass. Finally, he frantically told himself. Finally, after all the years of unrequited frustration, he was going fill the forbidden chalice with his potent cream. Fill it and plant his seed down inside her fertile womb. He would give her a child. A child to replace the child he had taken from her. Their child. His heir!
“My Queen! My Queen!” he gasped as he felt the explosion of pleasure rip through his cock. As it did, his penis lurched down inside her clutching pussy and spewed out a massive gush of thick, potent cum.
“My King! My King!” his mother groaned out, clutching her cunt down around his erupting penis, sucking on it, pulling on it, milking out its venomous load of sperm-filled semen.
He was coming, he feverishly thought. Coming down inside the warm, wet core of her womanhood. Coming and filling her with his fiery essence. As he did, she ground herself back against him, taking him inside her as deep as she could.
Wallowing in the perverse degeneracy of their incestuous communion, Atheling held his spewing, spurting cock thrust down into her cum-filled chalice until if finally stopped firing off.
Slowly backing his cum-coated peter out of the widely stretched opening of her vagina. Atheling looked down to see a long, ropy strand of cum leak out of her pussy and drip down onto the stone floor. Mesmerized by the sheer obscenity of it all, he watched as more and more of the gooey, white goop ran out of her. There was already a thick, goopy puddle of the stuff between his feet as he saw the stream slowly diminish to one long, thin string of cum stretching from her pussy down to the floor.
Stepping back another step, he slowly let her legs down, easing her dainty feet down onto the floor.
Reaching down, he grasped her hands and gently pulled her to a sitting position on the edge of the bed.
He couldn’t decipher the look she gave him, but it seemed to be something between anger and despair.
“Are you through with me, my Lord,” she asked him, slowly rising to her feet as he shuffled over to where her dress lay on the floor. “Or do you wish to use me again?”
“Yes, I wish to use you again,” he retorted, angered by her rebuff as he swept her dress up off the floor and tossed it at her. “But not now . . . come back at mid-afternoon . . . and bring more milk for I will wish to quench my thirst with it once again.”
“Yes, my Lord,” she quietly mumbled, slowly slipping her dress back on.
Then Atheling reached down and picked up her red, satin pantaloons. Lifting them up to face, he buried his nose in their stained their crotch and took a deep sniff.
“I will keep these as my trophy,” he smirked at her, tossing them onto the table. “A trophy to remind me of the great conquest I made today . . .”
“Yes, my Lord,” she murmured, slowly buttoning her dress as Atheling filled his goblet with more wine.
Finally her dress was buttoned and she slowly walked toward the door, her long dress swishing from side to side as the hem drug on the floor.
“I shall return, my Lord. Just as you have ordered me to,” she said, standing at the door with her hand poised on the heavy iron latch. “And I will bring more milk . . . milk to quench the king’s thirst . . .”

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You Need to be Punished

Whips and chains hung from the wall as I looked down at my love as she slept, her light lashes gently folded onto the top of her plump cheeks and her golden hair fanning out on the floor. Her round ass stuck up in the air as her leg fell in front of the other, her side flattening against the ground. Though I had yet to do anything to her tonight, I could already feel my cock twitching with want, my ears yearning to hear the crescendo of her lusty moans.
Not having the patience to wait a moment longer, I grabbed a small whip from the wall and swatted her ass.
“Get up!” I barked as her body jerked awake, a small, red splotch formed on the curve of her butt cheek just beneath the black material of her skimpy thong.
Julie’s brown eyes looked up at me with a mixture of pain and ignited excitement. I furrowed my dark brows together and stared at her with a stony expression, waiting for her to present herself to me. After a couple seconds of fruitless waiting, I raised the whip high above my head and brought it cracking down on her rear once more. With the slap of the whip against her flesh, my pet squeaked with surprise and fumbled into position: her knees spread as she rested her stinging ass on the back of her heels, the back of her open hands resting on her knees as she looked up at me.
I smirked at her submission and ran the end of the stiff whip beneath her chin, forcing her head up higher. I stared into her brown eyes with my black ones, taking note that her small breasts were heaving with anticipation, easily contained in the small cups of lace that draped around her shoulders.
“You know better than that,” I scolded her as the whip ran down her neck and over her breasts, pulling down the lace to reveal her hardened nipples. “Making me wait for you to present yourself is unacceptable and you need to be punished.”
Her pert nipples were standing proud, topping the white globes of her breast like pink M&Ms. To set an example of what her punishment would be, I let the whip flash across her already hard nipples and heard her gasp as they became harder still. The whip cracked against her nipples a few more times, the skin around them turning red as cherries.
For a time, my whip nudged and circled her richly colored tips before I led the end of my toy to her moistened mound, pushing aside the wet material of her gusset to produce her glistening pussy. I smirked once more at the sight of her pink slit, the lips plump and begging to be sucked on.
My whip bounced against her sensitive clit and she visibly shuddered at the touch, her eyes fluttering shut with ecstasy as her mouth dropped open. I let the toy tap against her pleasure center and could not stop myself from smiling when I heard her throaty moan of lust.
“Stand up,” I ordered her, withdrawing the whip from the apex of her thighs, much to her disappointment. Without a moment’s hesitation, Julie stood at attention and waited for her next instruction, her palms open to me. “Go over to the bed and wait for me there.”
“Yes, Master,” she replied before backing away a few steps and turning to walk to our bed.
My pet stood next to one of the pillars of our four-poster bed, patiently waiting for me, her palms still presented to me as her eyes were staring at the floor. I placed the whip on the wall and strutted over to the bed, sitting on the edge of the mattress as I stared hard at her. I needed not to ask her if she saw me, I knew that she could since I was right in front of her.
After a moment of silence, I order her over my knee. “Wh-w-what?” her shaky voice stuttered out to me.
“Over my knee,” I repeated with more force than before, making sure that she knew I was serious about this command.
Julie’s doe-like eyes stared at me in disbelief before she reluctantly obeyed my order and laid her torso across my lap, her thinly covered cunt resting against my thigh.
I let my gaze wander down the length of her spine, her soft flesh smooth and spotted with small moles about her shoulders, the black straps of her bra accentuating her complexion with its striking contrast.
“Beautiful…,” I whispered, my calloused fingers petting along her skin in long strokes, the pads grazing her back with tenderness.
My hand soon ran over the curve of her ass and I let my entire hand squeeze each globe, feeling the flesh bunch against my palm.
“But you’ve been a very bad girl, Julie,” my fingers tensing with the anger in my voice.
Without a hint of caution to the wind, I raised my hand and let it crash against her rear, still blotched with the prints of my whip, her body jerking at the sudden sting of her behind.
“And now,” I grunted through my teeth, spanking her between my words, “you need,” I spanked her once more, with more force, “to be punished!”
As I finished my sentence, Julie was shivering with arousal, her cunny seeping so much fluid that I was feeling the dampness on my pant leg. My hand smacked her skin once more before waiting for her voice. When I didn’t hear her squeak out a number, I used my other hand to pull on her hair, pulling her head back far enough to stretch her neck, but not enough to hurt her.
“You know the rules,” I hissed in her ear, sinking my digits into her canal with the material of the thong surrounding them.
Julie yelped and pushed her body onto my fingers as I stroked them through her pussy.
“How many?” I questioned her through gritted teeth, my fist full of hair pulling her head back further.
“F-fo-four!” she blurted out as tears of pleasurable pain gathered in her eyes, my fingers rubbing her g-spot through the fabric.
“Say again?!” I shouted at her.
“Four, Master! Master, there were four of them!” her tiny, high-strung voice called through the haze of feeling my thick fingers in her moist pussy.
Having a suffice answer, I withdrew my fingers and began my assault on her bright pink ass.
“Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Nine!” she called with effort as her voice rose with the numbers, her butt rising to meet my hand sooner.
“Thirty!” my pet gasped with a tear rolling down her cheek before I let my hand soothingly rub her agitated skin.
As my hand rubbed in circles, Julie let her hips grind into my thigh in attempts to have the burning itch of her pussy satisfied.
“Sit still,” my cool voice commanded of her after a few minutes of rubbing her backside.
The faint glow of her red skin had died down now and I let my fingers hook beneath the side straps of her small thong. I dragged the fabric over her hips and down her tapered legs, letting gravity pull the cloth from around her small ankles.
Now that her pussy was fully exposed, I let my eyes feast upon her inviting hole, juices coating her inner thighs. My cock throbbed and leaked into my boxers as my pink tongue flew out to roll over my lips, tempted to stretch out and bathe my love’s now-puffy labia with my spit.
Resisting my urges, I gave each cheek a couple more smacks of my hand. My pet dutifully counted through her short breath and I rewarded her by rubbing the prints that I had just left behind. As my palm calmed her flesh, I gave into temptation and let my hand cup her shaved pussy. I stroked two fingers at a time through her aching pussy as even more of her pussy juice leaked onto her thighs, her hand unconsciously grabbing my hard cock.
My fingers stroked faster and faster as her hips gyrated against my thigh and fingers, my hand practically covered with her natural honey. My other hand reached beneath her and I began to rub her hardened clit with gusto, a new assault of slaps landing on the concentrated region.
Julie mewled and purred at my manipulation and began to lose her voice, her body unable to find the noise to show how my hands were pleasing to her soul. I knew her body was so close to the edge and I needed to see her reach her climax—my body craved to see her lithe form squirming with spasms of euphoric pleasure.
Knowing that she was tipping over the edge, I thrust three of my fingers deep into her awaiting hole and massaged her velvetine walls with unbelievable speed. Within a matter of seconds, she reached her crescendo and screamed as her pussy squirted out a cup of her womanly liquid.
Coming down from her climax, Julie twitched and shivered under my touch, my lips gently brushing against her shoulder blade.
“Mmm,” I purred into her ear as her body continued to quake for me, “let it all out baby girl. Come for me.”

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As she was walking past her Daughter, Wendy’s bedroom Sandra heard a muffled noise and crept back to look in through the part open door. What she saw at first surprised her and then began to excite her.
Wendy, who was fourteen, was laid on her back, with her wrists bound together and tied to the top of the bed. Hovering over her was Jason the fifteen-year-old boy from next door who now picked up a belt and tying it to her right ankle pulled it until her legs were spread and then fastened it off to the foot of the bed before repeating this with her left foot.
Standing back Jason stood looking at Wendy, completely oblivious of the fact that his captives Mother was standing just outside the door.
From where Sandra stood, she could see that Wendy was struggling in a halfhearted way that told her the Wendy was not being forced to do this. As she watched Sandra could see that the way Wendy’s legs were tied apart was causing her short white skirt to ride up exposing her flowered white panties. Above her waist was her bare, flat tummy and a large amount of naked skin which went on until you reached her crop top, which clung to her upper body allowing the outline of her tiny buds to be seen.
Her mouth was open and she made little mewing noises as she struggled and whipped her short blond hair back and forth as she turned her head from side to side.
Jason stood watching as if afraid that should he move it would break the spell but as Sandra looked at him she noticed that a bulge had formed in the front of his shorts. From where he stood at the foot of the bed he had an excellent view up her Daughter’s slim legs to her panties, where they moulded themselves around the puffy lips of her pussy.
Finally after some minutes had passed Jason dropped his hand to Wendy’s ankle and moving to the side of the bed, walked up to her waist, his hand trailing up the inside of her leg until it reached her pussy. Letting his fingers trail over the outline of her pussy lips he watched as Wendy’s struggles grew but still neither of them said anything.
Moving further up her body Jason’s fingers reached Wendy’s twin buds and circled them twice before climbing to the top and squeezing them gently between his finger and thumb as Wendy gasped at the feeling. Letting one hand move up to the teen girl’s mouth he pushed his finger into her mouth as his other hand continued to play with her hard little nipples.
Wendy sucked on his finger, as he played with her bud, both of them unaware that they were being watched from just outside the door. Sandra could feel the wetness flowing from between her legs as she took in the erotic scene before her.
“I want to touch your pussy under your pants,” Jason told Wendy as he pulled his finger from her mouth.
“No,” Wendy said. “We agreed that you could tie me up but that you could only feel me over my clothes.”
“But how are you going to stop me?” Jason asked, lust making his voice break as he stared at the helpless girl spread-eagled on the bed.
“I’ll scream,” Wendy replied somewhat predictably.
Jason’s hand spread across the young girls mouth stopping her from making any sound. “I don’t think that you will,” he laughed as his other hand slid down her body to cup and squeeze her pussy.
Sandra’s hand moved to her own pussy as she watched her Daughter thrash about on the bed as she tried to stop Jason. Sandra knew that she should intervene but she was so turned on by the sight in front of her that she wanted to allow it to go further.
After squeezing and feeling Wendy’s pussy for some moments, Jason’s hand went up to the waistband of her panties and slid down inside, cupping the naked flesh under it.
“Your wet,” he exclaimed. “That means you are enjoying it you little cock tease,” he accused as he pulled her panties down to the top of her legs, exposing Wendy’s naked slit to her watching Mother as her face went bright red.
Jason angrily pushed his finger roughly between the lips of Wendy’s little slit but screamed out in pain and jumped back holding his hand when Wendy bit him hard, drawing blood.
“You bitch,” he cried smacking Wendy hard around the face and turning to run from the room.
Sandra just had time to get into the next room as Jason rushed out crying from the pain in his hand, ran down the stairs and out of the house.
After following him Sandra locked the doors and went quietly back upstairs. Peering in the door she could see that Wendy had struggled to get free but had only succeeded in getting the pillow stuck over her head. Seizing the opportunity Sandra grabbed a duvet from the next bedroom and walked quietly into the room where her Daughter lay bound.
Throwing the duvet over her Daughter’s head she made sure that she could not be seen before stopping to stare at her Daughters body, spread out in front of her.
From the sounds that she could make out from under the pillow and the duvet it appeared that Wendy thought Jason had returned and was begging him to untie her.
Sandra smiled as she allowed her hand to caress the inside of her Daughters leg and felt Wendy stiffen as she pulled the girl’s panties down her legs as far as the ropes would allow.
Trailing her fingers up to Wendy’s little slit Sandra was surprised to find it wet and bending her head she allowed her tongue to dip in between the soft folds to taste the sweet juice of her little Daughter’s pussy.
Wendy stiffened but held still as her Mother’s tongue dipped deeper into her tiny pussy as fingers pulling on either side of her slit opened her up. Sandra found her Daughters little clit and she felt the young child jump beneath her at the unexpected feeling as her Mother’s tongue flicked over it.
Lapping up the sweet juices that flowed from inside her Daughter’s soft, warm pussy Sandra worked her tongue deeper as her fingers tickled the helpless girl’s clit until she felt the teen start to buck under her as Wendy had her first ever orgasm.
Giving the bound girl no rest Sandra brought her to two more orgasms before stopping. As Wendy lay exhausted Sandra untied the rope that held her hands to the headboard and slipped from the room to watch from outside the door.
For a long ten minutes there was no movement as Wendy recovered from her Mother’s attention but slowly she pushed the pillow and duvet off of her head and brought her bound hands to her mouth to untie them.
Using her teeth, Wendy struggled to untie her hands and when they were free her Mother slipped back down the stairs to carry on as if nothing had happened.
It was over an hour later before a tired looking Wendy appeared downstairs for her tea and her Mother noted that she was very quiet before she returned to her room.
Creeping up the stairs Sandra peered through the doorway of her Daughters bedroom to find Wendy lying on the bed with her knees bent, playing with her pussy. Sandra watched as her Daughter rubbed between her legs harder and harder looking for that wonderful feeling that she enjoyed earlier but it was clear that something was missing and she finally gave up in frustration.
Later that night Sandra had her own orgasm as she remembered the way her Daughter had looked tied up and helpless as the young boy next door had played with her body. In her mind she imagined herself in Wendy’s place and the young boy had changed into a man as she lay helplessly under his strong hands.
Waking in the morning Sandra woke Wendy with a cup of tea as she always did and prepared breakfast before they both left the house to take Wendy to school. At least Wendy’s Father had left them with some insurance money when he had been killed so Sandra didn’t have to work.
Skipping along they had met up with Wendy’s best friend and her Mum and while the girls played ahead the Mum’s walked behind talking.
Suddenly Wendy let out a scream and Sandra looked up to see that she had tripped over and scrapped her knees on the pavement.
Sandra rushed over to where Wendy sat on the ground but it was clear that it was a fairly minor injury. As Wendy sat there hugging her knees Sandra noticed a man standing some way ahead of them staring down between Wendy’s legs and when she followed his gaze she realised that with her Daughter sat on the ground with her knees up the man was left with a clear view up her legs to her white school knickers.
Seeing Sandra looking at the man her friend said, “That’s Pete the pervert.”
“Pete the pervert,” repeated Sandra. “Why is he called that?”
“He is always looking at the little girls and there are rumours that he once assaulted a girl but that it got hushed up,” replied her friend.
After helping Wendy back up and continuing on a little way Sandra asked her friend if she would see Wendy to the school and headed back the way they had come. She had noticed Pete on a number of occasions and now realised that he was always there when the children went past.
Stopping some distance away she saw Pete watch the last of the children pass by and then turn and walk into the woods behind where he had been standing.
Following him into the woods, being careful not to be caught Sandra watched as he reached a small hut and went inside. Creeping up to a gap in the wall she peered in and saw Pete with his long cock in his hand, furiously wanking.
Stepping back in amazement she realised that he was probably remembering the view of her Daughter’s white knickers and the thought made her own knickers wet as she rubbed between her legs.
Peering into the hut again Sandra was just in time to see Pete come as his seed shot out and he grabbed a pair of schoolgirl’s knickers to wipe his long cock with.
Sandra, who had continued to rub between her legs couldn’t stop herself as she too came at the thought of this beast imagining her Daughter as he wiped himself on a pair of white schoolgirl’s knickers.
Quickly hiding away Sandra waited half an hour until Pete left the shed and after she felt confident that he wasn’t coming back, crept into the shed and had a look around.
She found a tool box and opening it saw a number of Lolita bondage magazines with pictures of very young girls in various stages of undress, tightly tied and helpless. Sandra hadn’t realised that such magazines existed.
Underneath she found some handcuffs, a black leather mask, some rope, a vibrator, some gaffer tape and a knife. This is a rape kit thought Sandra with excitement as she picked up the vibrator and turning it on brought it to her sopping wet panties.
Sharon came a number of times as she looked through the magazines, imagining her Daughter in place of the helpless girls in the pictures before putting everything back and leaving the shed.
Walking around outside she found a car park about 150 yards away and an idea began to grow in her mind as she quickly walked away.
Spending the rest of the day trying to decide whether to go through with her idea Sandra still couldn’t believe that she was even considering such a perverted idea, after all Mothers didn’t do that kind of thing, did they?
That night she watched again as Wendy fingered herself but again the fourteen-year-old wasn’t able to reach an orgasm. Her Mum made up her mind that she would go through with her plan, as she knew that being helpless would help the youngster achieve satisfaction so she set about getting everything ready.
Waking up early the next morning she mixed a number of the pills that the doctor had given her after Wendy’s Dad had died, into her Daughter’s tea and watched as the young girl drank it down.
Within minutes Wendy’s eyes were glazing over and after ten minutes she was asleep.
Stripping the young girl off Sandra washed and dressed her in the school uniform that she had grown out of last year. Being summer that was a short blue and white check dress and being last years made it a very tight, very short dress. Underneath all that she had on was a pair of white school knickers that were too small and dug into her little pussy and the crack of her bum and a pair of short white ankle socks.
Sandra put two pads on Wendy’s eyes and tied a blindfold tightly around her head before stuffing two pair of rolled up socks into her mouth and tying them in place with a belt.
Turning her young Daughter over she tied Wendy’s hands, palm to palm behind her back and tied her ankles tightly together before bending her knees and hogtieing her ankles to her wrists.
Leaving Wendy on her side Sandra went downstairs and had her breakfast, waiting until the time that she would normally leave before picking up her Daughter and putting her in the boot of the car.
Driving to the car park she lifted Wendy out of the boot and carried her towards Pete’s hut before laying her on the ground.
Wendy was beginning to struggle as she started to wake up but Sandra had no trouble releasing her feet and wrapping the rope around the teen’s waist after standing her against a tree.
Tied tightly to the tree Wendy could do nothing to protect herself and her Mother checked her watch knowing that it was time to hide before Pete appeared.
When she had checked out the surrounding area yesterday Sandra had found a spot below the roots of a fallen tree that gave her a good view of the area while hiding her from view and now she squeezed into her hiding place and got her digital camera out taking a few shots of her helpless Daughter before Pete arrived.
Finally she heard someone walking towards her and saw Pete’s legs as he walked past her hiding place and on towards the helpless girl tied to the tree.
Suddenly Pete caught site of Wendy tied helpless in front of him and stood looking in amazement. Turning full circle his eyes searched the surrounding area suspecting a trap and he even walked around in a large circle expecting to find someone waiting to grab him.
Returning to where Wendy was tied Pete stood looking at her as he licked his lips knowing that the smart thing to do was to run but knowing that he could no more ignore the helpless girl in front of him than he could stop breathing.
Pete examined the young girl and saw that she had short blond hair beneath her blindfold and that the belt around her mouth dug in at the sides where it was pulled tight. As his eyes moved down he could see the small mounds of her budding breasts under the tight school dress and her flat stomach, pulled in tight by the rope around her waist. Letting his eyes drop down he could see that the skirt barely covered her knickers and left her slim legs bare until they reached her ankle socks.
Pete’s first instinct was to tear the clothes off Wendy and fuck the living daylights out of her with his suddenly rampant cock but he hesitated as he thought of all the things that he wanted to do to her. Mostly though he wanted to see the fear in her eyes as he attacked her so he left the girl while he went into the hut to get his box.
Pulling on the black leather mask made him look frightening but also hid his face and hair from the girl. Next he picked up the knife and tucked it into his belt before returning to where Wendy was tied and reaching around the frightened girl he removed her blindfold.
Wendy blinked hard in the sudden light as she looked around her. Her eyes went wide and she started to shake her head and struggle as she saw the man in the frightening mask standing in front of her but there was nothing she could do except wait for him to move.
Pete slowly pulled the knife out and held it up to the young girls face as she cowered from him, the point resting inches from her eye.
“Do as I say and I won’t kill you,” he told the young girl. “But piss me off and I will carve you up so bad that your own Mother won’t recognise you.”
“I am going to take off your gag but you will not speak unless it is to answer a question, understand?” He asked.
Wendy slowly nodded her head, fearful that the knife would cut her face if she moved too fast.
“Good girl,” Pete said as he untied the belt and pulled the socks from her mouth. “Now remember no speaking unless I ask you to.”
Pete studied the pretty face now exposed to him and asked her name and age.
“I’m Wendy and I’m fourteen,” she replied. “Please don’t hurt me.”
“If you speak again without permission Wendy, it will be the last thing that you do,” Pete replied letting the knife trail down to her throat before tucking it back into his belt.
Sandra breathed a sigh of relief as Pete put the knife away. She had felt that he was using it to scare the little girl into obeying him but was concerned that he could have cut her by accident.
Pete now untied the rope that held Wendy to the tree and held her by the arm as his eyes roamed over her perfect little body.
“Stand still,” he told her as his hands reached out and he undid the top of the row of buttons that ran down the whole length of the front of her dress. One by one he undid the buttons slowly exposing more of her pale body as Wendy shivered in fear.
Kneeling down in front of the girl he undid the buttons below her waist and exposed her white knickers, studying how they were pulled into the lips of her tiny pussy and finally with the last button he could see the tops of her legs.
Pulling the dress open he stared wide-eyed at the puffy little buds that were all the breasts that the teen girl had. Both hands now reached out and covered the young girls breasts as Pete watched closely the conflicting emotions that travelled across Wendy’s face.
Pinching the breasts between his thumbs and fingers Pete rolled and squeezed them and was rewarded with a moan from Wendy’s throat, as her nipples grew hard beneath his touch. Smiling broadly he continued to gently work on her breasts until she was moaning and whimpering continually at his touch.
As his hands worked on her tiny breasts Pete lowered his mouth to the lips of Wendy’s pussy, clearly outlined beneath her white knickers, and kissed the material covering her clit.
Wendy shivered and pushed her lower body hard against Pete’s mouth as that wonderful feeling that she had felt when she was tied on the bed returned once more. As her orgasm hit her Wendy’s legs collapsed beneath her and she fell to the ground on her tiny bottom.
Pete couldn’t help himself, he collapsed in laughter at the expressions on Wendy’s face. Lust, humiliation, frustration and pain all mixed together on the fourteen-year-olds face as she lay on her back in the dirt.
Suddenly Pete stopped laughing as he looked at Wendy’s exposed body as she lay on her back with her dress wide open and her legs spread wide apart. He began to tear off his clothes until he finally stood naked with his large cock standing straight out in front of him as he advanced on the helpless girl.
Wendy saw that the man’s mood had changed and cowered back away from him but Pete just grabbed her legs and pulled her back. Taking out the knife he pushed the edge of the blade under the side of her knickers and sliced them apart. After repeating this on the other side he pulled the material out and held it against her mouth. Pete brought the knife up to where Wendy could see it and afraid to do otherwise she opened her mouth to allow him to stuff her ruined knickers in.
Pete couldn’t wait much longer but knew that if he tried to push his cock into her unprepared body he could do a lot of damage so pushing the young girl down he lay with his head between her legs and began to lick her little slit.
Finding her clit he sucked the tiny bud between his lips and flicked it with his tongue. Soon Wendy was writhing and bucking as she came again and Pete could feel the wetness of her soaked pussy as her juices leaked out.
Pete could not wait any longer and scooted up her body until his large cock was against the entrance to her love channel. Pushing forward he felt his pre-cum adding to the wetness on her slit as he sought the entrance to her body. He pushed until he could feel his cock begin to stretch her tight virgin passage.
As he felt Wendy tense up as if to try and stop him going further Pete pushed hard and his cock forced its way an inch inside her. Wendy screamed and wriggled around which only made Pete more excited as he pushed as hard as he could into the girl child.
Pete’s cock forced its way through the young girls virginity and tore it apart as he forced more and more of his cock into the helpless girl pinned beneath him. It was painful for both of them as Pete’s cock was squeezed by the young girls tiny little love passage but Pete knew that once he had opened her up that would change.
Pete’s cock was now halfway into her as he pulled back slightly and pushed forward hard again burying even more of himself into Wendy’s tiny hole as she screamed continually through the panties in her throat.
Sandra, who had been watching until now with interest wanted to rush down and stop Pete from going further but the feelings inside her made her legs weak. She was so turned on by the erotic scene before her that the juices flowed from her cunny like a waterfall and her hand refused to stop it’s in out motion as she came again and again.
Pete was getting impatient now and forced his hands under Wendy’s bum before using them to pull her towards him as he pushed down into her. Deeper and deeper he went until he felt his cock bottom out inside her tight channel.
Now Pete rested, buried to the hilt inside the fourteen-year-olds tight little cunny giving her a chance to get used to his size. He couldn’t believe that she had been able to take all of his cock but from the sobs still coming from behind the cloth in her mouth he knew that it had not been easy for her.
Slowly he withdrew out of her until just the head of his cock remained buried. Looking down he could see the blood from her virginity coating his cock and began to feel that he was not going to be able to hold himself back for much longer so pushed in again until he once again bottomed out. Again and again he fucked into the pretty little teen each time feeling the walls of her love channel give a little more until he felt his balls tighten and his cock spasm as he filled her young pussy with his sperm.
Pete lay there for some time with his cock buried inside Wendy until it shrank and finally slipped out from inside her. Rolling over he collapsed beside her and lay exhausted for some time.
Sandra had also collapsed from exhaustion after her multiple orgasms and just lay in her hiding place waiting for Pete to recover.
Finally Pete recovered and stood up pulling the little girl to her feet before him. Turning her around Pete untied her hands, letting her dress fall off and drop to the ground. He then retied her with her hands still behind her back but with each wrist tied to the opposite elbow.
Sandra realised that Wendy’s ordeal was not yet over and picked up the camera and began to take more pictures as her cunny tingled again in anticipation.
Pete pulled the young child over to a fallen log and sat down pulling Wendy across his lap and positioning her with her bottom high in the air ready to be spanked.
As Pete brought his hand down hard on the defenceless child’s bum Sandra could hear that he was not holding back as the smack reverberated across the space between them.
Wendy’s muffled scream was not as loud as the next forceful smack and as Pete delivered the next twenty hits she was reduced to a sobbing that was continuous.
Pete stopped and looked down at the bright red bottom in front of him. He could clearly see his handprints outlined in the red of her skin and felt his cock beginning to stir with desire again.
Pulling the girl to her feet Pete pushed her down to her knees in front of him.
“I’m going to give you a choice,” he told her. “You can either suck my cock or I will give you another hundred smacks.”
Wendy looked puzzled and he realised that she was innocent enough that she didn’t know what he meant when he said that she could suck his cock.
Pulling what was left of her knickers from the young child’s mouth Pete explained that she had to take his cock into her mouth and suck and lick it until he allowed her to stop.
Wendy knew how much her bottom hurt and realised that another hundred smacks was more than she could take so agreed to the alternative but as Pete brought his now fully erect cock up to her lips she had to force herself to open them and allow his cock soaked with a mixture of her blood, her pussy juices and Pete’s semen, entry to her warm mouth.
Pete instructed her to lick and suck his cock and revelled in the wonderful moist feeling of her warm mouth as he just stood and let her get on with it.
After a few minutes he began to move his hips and his cock began to gently fuck into her mouth as it had her pussy earlier and he began to feel his balls tightening.
He hadn’t told her what to expect as the end result of sucking his cock and now his excitement grew as he got nearer to the inevitable.
Putting his hands on the back of Wendy’s head Pete held her tightly so that she wouldn’t be able to escape what he had planned. Now Pete began to lengthen his strokes and felt the little girl choke as his cock hit the back of her throat again and again. Building up his speed he forced his large cock down Wendy’s tight throat as he held her tightly and as he came he forced her head tightly up against his crotch and held it there as he felt spurt after spurt of his cum flow into her.
Pulling out slightly he continued to cum in her mouth and warned her to swallow every drop or he would thrash her bum.
Wendy continued to suck and lick until Pete pulled his shrinking cock from her mouth and allowed her to recover.
As Sandra watched Pete took Wendy back to the tree where he bound her back in place before replacing the blindfold and gag on his young victim. Going into the shed he then went back to Wendy and did something that her Mother couldn’t make out before dressing himself and clearing up the area where he had raped the pre-teen girl.
Walking away from the hut he passed where Sandra was hidden and as he walked past he said. “Maybe next time I could come to your house and rape her. I think that it would be more comfortable for both of us. Give me a call sometime,” before walking off.
Sandra lay there in shock for some time before climbing out and going down to where Wendy stood exhausted in her bondage. Looking at her Daughter she smiled as she saw that Pete had written his phone number across Wendy’s chest so that they could all do this again sometime.

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Love or Torture?

CHAPTER ONE
It had taken a lot of convincing, but finally, FINALLY, Chloe’s parents had agreed to let her go on holiday with her friends over the summer. There were six of them going including her, going on a group holiday before going back to school. Chloe was over the moon. It had taken weeks of sucking up, extra chores, ‘love-me’ eyes and generally being over the top nice to convince her parents, but finally they had relented.
Chloe was above average looks for a girl of just 15. Long naturally wavy blonde hair that cascaded over her shoulders to her mid back, bright blue eyes, flawless skin, curvy body (but only in the right places) Nice firm boobs with bright pink nipples, a heart-shaped bubble butt and long legs. Despite having long legs however, she only just brushed over five-foot-two, she really wasn’t tall.
She was probably the best looking of her group of friends, although the twins, Kelly and Cindy were also teenage knockouts. Both had jet black hair that was straight as an arrow, Kelly had hers only to her shoulders whilst Cindy’s fell all the way down to her butt. They each had blue eyes too, swimmers bodies and were tall, a good six inches over Chloe. They did everything together and turned many heads as they paraded through town wearing as little as was socially acceptable.
The other three girls, Danni, Jess and Lily were all good looking girls, but really weren’t in the same league as the others. Jess was carrying a little extra weight and Danni had a rather hideous pair of glasses that didn’t suit her at all and certainly didn’t do her any favours.
But none of this really mattered, they were all really close, and they were finally heading on holiday to Spain.
The weeks dragged by, Chloe ticking seemingly endless days off of her calendar, buying clothes and lotion and sunglasses and all the essentials for a girls-only holiday.
Eventually, the day arrived and her parents dropped her at the airport. Final hugs and warnings were given and her mother shed a tear as she waved her through the gate. Chloe was happy though, and was laughing as she took her seat next to Lily on the plane. Not a care in the world. Nothing could spoil this holiday.
She might have felt differently if she had known that this was the last time that she would ever see her parents.
The plane landed a little after nine PM local time, and it was not dark but evening was certainly setting in. As teenage girls always will when booking their own holidays, none had thought to book a cab to their hotel and so they found two outside the airport and after some pointing at maps and showing booking forms, the cab drivers loaded their luggage and set off.
The first sign that something was wrong was that the drivers headed off in the complete wrong direction. But having no local knowledge and not really focusing on where they were going, the girls didn’t notice this. It was getting steadily darker and as the initial excitement was wearing thin, the first trace that something was amiss dawned on Chloe.
They had left the city long behind and were deep into the country now. There were no buildings to speak of and the scenery was getting less and less green and turning almost into dry desert. Chloe looked across at Jess beside her, before glancing at Cindy in the front seat. They all exchanged worried and confused looks. Then she caught the eyes of the driver in the rear view mirror.
Before she even had time to work out what had happened, he had slammed the brakes on, sending her flying into the back of his seat. Cindy had very nearly smacked her head on the dashboard and Jess had been sent smashing into the seat in front of her as well. If she hadn’t been so worried about her own situation she would have noticed the other Taxi (which was slightly ahead of them) had stopped as well.
Recovering from her shock, she looked into the front to see the driver had knocked Cindy out cold. A trickle of blood was running from her forehead. Chloe screamed but she knew it was useless. The doors had automatically locked and they were in the middle of nowhere. The driver reached into the back, pinning her against the door. Jess was hammering at his back, but her efforts were barely evening bothering the man as he shoved a rag into Chloe’s face. She could barely breathe, she felt herself slowly slipping unconscious. Barely thirty seconds later, she blacked out.
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CHAPTER TWO
She was lying down on a bed. Across from her was a light brown door that was closed. She knew without having to be told that it was locked. A small round window was pouring light onto her face. She had woken with a start and realised that her wrists were shackled above her head to the bed frame. She had clothes on. The same she had been wearing. A tight fitting pair of denim shorts, a pink vest top and pop socks. Her shoes were missing. She had been comfortable in these clothes when she put them on, but now, somehow, she felt very exposed.
She had no idea how long she lay there for. By the time that she heard voices outside the door however, the light beam had moved all the way to her knees. A key turned in the lock and the door swung open. She had a brief look at another door on the other side of a hallway before a man entered and the door swung shut again.
He was tall. Much taller than her. And well-built as well. He wore a tight fitting tank top and cargo shorts. His beard was black and clipped short, like the hair on top of his head. His eyes were piercing; he seemed to take every detail of her in. He didn’t speak for a while.
‘So’ he said softly, ‘you’re English?’
He spoke with a Spanish accent for sure, but his English was very good.
‘Y-y-yes’ Chloe stammered back at him. Her heart was pounding and her brain was going a thousand miles an hour.
‘Hmmm’ it was disconcerting that his eyes never left hers. He never seemed to blink. ‘Vacation huh? You got a little bit more than you were expecting on this trip, huh little girl?’
There was no answer that she could give, but he didn’t seem to need one.
‘It does not matter. What matters is that you belong to me now. Your body, your mind. I own you little girl, that is all that matters!’
She was truly terrified. This was a situation that she had never even believed could happen outside of movies. All she could think of was one thing.
‘M-m-m-m-my friends! What h-have you done, w-with them? She stammered at him so fast she barely had time to think before saying the words.
‘Ha! Your friends are here. You are in with luck little girl. Normally we split groups like yours up, but we have had a request for six girls, and we were thinking we were out of luck until you came along’
She was confused. Her friends were safe. Well, they were here and by the sounds of it alive, but beyond that she had no idea what was going on. She managed to string together a question from what he had told her.
‘W-what do you mean a request?’
He cocked his head to one side and for the first time blinked.
‘You are all to be sold, to a very wealthy client. Tomorrow, we will move you to him’
Before that could sink in, he had moved to the door, opened it and was gone.
Sold?! She had been sold, her friends too! To who?
She began to cry. She was so terrified. Her thoughts were of her parents, so far away, so unaware of what their daughter was going through. They might not even notice anything was wrong for ten days. It would have been a small comfort to see her friends, but even they were beyond her reach for the time being.
She was hungry. Sleep would not come. She was thirsty.
It was dark before the door opened again.
The man who entered didn’t say a word. He simply carried a tray to her; on it was a glass of water, some bread and a slice of ham.
He fed her and gave her a drink, which she would have rejected if she had been in any position to move or struggle. Plus she was famished.
After he had done his duty, he left, Chloe’s shouted questions falling on apparently deaf ears.
She cried again, but with food and water inside of her, she could at least manage to cry herself to sleep.
The light hit her again. She woke with a start. The first man was in front of her again. He had a rope in his hand. She let her sleepy eyes wander to the door; two more men were standing there, holding long knives. He approached her, she whimpered but there was no compassion in his eyes. He tied the rope around her arms and then unshackled her before forcing a hood over her head. He was rough, pushing her to the door. He led her down the hall and shoved her into a van parked at the end. She fell to the floor but hit something soft, another person.
‘Hello?’ she whispered.
‘Chloe?’ came a voice that she recognised as Kelly’s. she sounded if anything more terrified than her.
‘Oh my god what is happening?!’ Chloe reeled off quickly. She felt a blow to her head and shriek to her left told her Kelly had received the same.
‘No talk, NO talk!’ came a gruff voice she didn’t recognise.
After a few minutes another thud told her another of her friends had been put in the van, then another, then another and finally, another. She didn’t dare say anything and none of them spoke either, although she head some muffled sobs.
They drove what seemed for hours. None of them speaking, seeing where they were going, just feeling the road go by beneath them.
After what seemed forever they stopped and the doors opened. She was roughly grabbed and dragged around what she assumed were halls. Faint music was playing in the background.
She was brought suddenly to her feet. Her hood was removed, but before she could get more than a glimpse of her surroundings, she was unconscious again.
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CHAPTER THREE
When she woke again she was tied to another bed. This time though, it was different. She was not on her back, she had been tied clamped in the doggy position. What was more, she was clean, had her hair back in a ponytail, but worst of all, was naked. She could tell this because she was facing a mirror. This was not an ordinary bedroom though. Whoever owned this was RICH! The sheets beneath her were silk she could tell, and the mirror was surely surrounded by gold? The walls were patterned beautifully and the room was perfumed and smelled beautiful. Behind her reflection she could make a door out, white.
Her head was unrestricted and she cast around for a better look at her surroundings, but nothing seemed to help. There were no windows in this room. As she turned her head she noticed something else about herself. Tied around her waist was a bow. Large and red, it too looked like it was made of silk. She looked, she thought, like a present.
The door burst opened and sprang back so quickly it shut again off of its hinges. The man who came through was taller even than the man who had taken her. He was black, extremely muscular, he wore only a red silk robe that left his torso bare and only covered the waist down. He certainly was not an attractive man. One of his eyes was white, there was no pupil and he had a terrible scar that cut down his cheek and made his beard look strange. However his physique made her think of body builders and pictures that she had seen of men like Arnold Schwarzenegger.
‘Good evening young lady’ he spoke, again with a perfect English dialect but his accent was African not Spanish. He spoke as though she was not tied to his bed and stark naked.
‘I am aware that this must be a very unusual situation you find yourself in. However you should know that I am not going to hurt you, so long as you do what I say’ he smiled. He was standing right behind her. He had not looked anywhere but her eyes, he was totally at ease.
She was bewildered. She was still petrified but there was something about this man that made her less afraid, she knew the terror was all coming from her and that this man was not telling her lies.
Then he said something that totally shattered that illusion.
‘However’ he carried on, the smile instantly gone, to be replaced with an expression of malice. ‘if you do disobey me, even slightly, your friends will be made to suffer and you will watch their punishment’
A cry of terror caught in her throat and her eyes welled up. The man however was smiling again.
‘Anyway’ he said brightly, as though they were about to discuss a movie or dinner, ‘let us get down to business’
For the first time he looked across her body. Down her neck, along her back across her spread bum cheeks, down her crack to her bright pink pussy, then down her legs, and back up to her face.
‘Very nice!’ he said, giving her a toothy grin. She noticed two of his teeth were missing.
He reached and undid the bow. It fell off of her, the silk brushing her sides. He stepped right up to her, cupping one cheek of her ass with his hand and leaning to her ear. She felt the power of the man as he leaned gently on her.
‘Just as a last reminder’ he almost whispered, ‘disobey me, and your friends will suffer’
He stood back again and released his robe. Despite her situation, Chloe could not help but gasp.
She had had sex before. Barely a year ago, her boyfriend had taken her virginity. However he had a penis about five inches long.
The man standing behind her defenceless body had a penis that was at least eight inches long. And it was soft.
‘You really are a present are you not!’ he exclaimed. Before she really saw him move he had raised his hand and it had come crashing down on her left cheek. It stung like fire and she screamed out loud at the force.
‘Now, young lady, no need to scream like that. You will not scream again, that is an order!’
She was ready for what happened this time, and as his hand came crashing down on her right cheek, her friends face played through her mind. She bit so hard into her lip, she bled.
‘Better’ he said smiling. She noticed that his cock was gradually hardening, it was up to ten inches and growing now.
He straddled her waist. Putting his massive tool between her thighs he squished them around it and began fucking her thighs. She saw in the mirror his one good eye was closed. It was a fully hard cock now sliding between her legs.
Without warning he slid his dick from between her thighs and put it at the entrance to her pussy. She gasped as the head pressed against her entrance and then in one fluid motion, he was inside her.
She shrieked.
His eye did not open. His rhythm did not stop. He began to fuck her. Slowly at first. His cock sliding all the way out of her pussy until only the tip was left in. then he would slowly insert it all the way back. He did about an inch a second.
It had hurt when he first went in, she was not horny, she was scared. However now. She had to admit, feeling that monster in her was turning her on.
He had not said anything about her outburst. Maybe it only applied to spanking? Or maybe he had been too caught up in the moment to realise.
Gradually the stroked got faster. He was putting more force in as well, his mighty sack was slapping at her as he thrust himself into her again and again.
She hated herself for it. But she came. Her orgasm burst over her, she had never cum so hard before. Careful not to risk crying out again, she satisfied herself with groaning and moaning as quietly as possible. It was not easy. He was filling her 15 year old pussy so well. It occurred to her in that state of orgasmic bliss, she never wanted that cock to leave her pussy.
Her eyes closed again, as she came for the second time. On and on he pounded, he did not tire. He just keep pounding away.
A finger slipped into her ass. It was unexpected, but she welcomed it. It was just another stimulation to bring her to her next mind blowing orgasm.
Finally. Just as she peaked for the third time. He came.
He spewed inside of her, the cum spurted so hard that even with his cock buried inside her tight little twat, it spurted out of the sides.
She was ashamed as she came back down. A tear rolled down her cheek.
‘You did good young lady’ he said, she was worried that he was not even out of breath. ‘Clean yourself up’ he indicated a box of tissues on the counter as he reached for a key and undid her bindings.
Not even bothering to retrieve his robe he walked to the door. He opened it and was across the threshold before he turned.
‘Oh, the second outburst did not go un-noticed’ he said, stern but looking over his shoulder so she could not see the emotion in his eyes. She stopped rubbing her wrists at once.
‘In half an hour, you will see what happens when you break my rules’ with that he slammed the door.
Chloe felt the tears come again, she had let her friends down. But worse. She had given herself totally, mind and body, to the man who had bought her as a slave.
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END OF PART ONE
(I will do more of this series if you want. I’ve got some ideas, let me know what you think)

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