Drugged Into Submission, page 18
"Good girl, Brooke." Michael swung his hand back farther, greater force behind the next blow, hitting one side of her pussy to center all of the force on one thick pussy lips with a resounding blow. He ground his hand into her pussy before he pulled his hand back to strike the other lip with increasing force.
Keith couldn't believe that she was taking it, but Brooke kept her legs spread as Michael spanked her pussy. He never would have fathomed such a thing. He enjoyed when he had spanked Brooke's ass, but he would have never considered spanking her pussy until he saw the way she was taking it. Her pussy lips were swollen and pink, but they were coated with a sheen of her glistening juices. Michel hit her with a wet thud each time, increasing force that rocked her body, but her ass rose up each time his fingers dug into her pussy before he pulled away to strike her again.
"Spread your legs wider. I want to spank your inner lips. Your soft, sensitive inner lips," Michael smiled cruelly.
She did as he commanded, her legs spread so wide that her swollen pussy lips pulled back until the pink, wet inner lips were open and exposed. Her crotch ached from the wide spread of her legs, but it was nothing compared to the heat and tingling of her pussy after being spanked a dozen times on her sex. She should have been in pain, yet by time the slap reached her brain, all she felt was a masochistic thrill that raced through her body. She was bound and being used harshly by Michael and it drove her lust. She only hoped they would fuck her in the same manner. "EEEEWWWW." She couldn't contain the cry of pain when he struck her, all of the power of his hand striking between her lips and attacking her inner lips like a swarm of angry bees. She couldn't even catch her breath before he struck again, his thick palm slapping hard against the soft skin with such brutality. She wanted to close her legs, but only to trap his hand between her lips. Five more times Michael struck her inner pussy lips, the pink skin now a brilliant red, but slick with her juices.
"Tie her legs open. Up to the headboard." Stephen and Gino enjoyed their work, each with a purple rope in their hands, grabbing an ankle, tying it tight and then pulling them over to the top of the headboard as Brooke groaned in pain as she was almost split up the middle.
Keith never saw a girl being bound before, the girl being his wife making it much more enjoyable as he thought of all the things he would do to her when he got her home. Her legs were pulled up so high, her ass not even touching the bed any longer, her cheeks parted obscenely and her brown, wrinkled asshole left vulnerable like a target. He watched, while Hannah stroked his cock, her pussy masturbating against him from behind.
She felt all of her treasures opened up, including her ass and that scared her the most. They had already sodomized her, but she was sure that Keith didn't realize that yet. It only got worse when she saw Michael holding a riding crop, the type they used on horses. It was only about two inches across, but Brooke knew that only made the pain more centered and precise. Michael began to tap it on her pussy, first gently, but increasing in harshness and speed until it was slapping back and forth against her pussy. He started with her lips, moving up one side, then down the other, finally going to work on her inner lips, the slick leather pushing aside her lips to snap sharply down on her flesh. He moved from the bottom, slapping harder on her perineum, paying special attention to her pussy, feeling like he was trying to enter her with it. She feared it as it moved up her slit, pushing aside her lips until he got to the top. "EEEEHHH," she cried out when the riding crop slapped her clit. It felt like he was crushing it into her pubic bone, Brooke seeing stars in her head as it smashed the blood from the tip of her clit. She couldn't breathe, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to fill her lungs, but the next cry drove the air from her lungs. "AAGGGH," she cried, her body jerking as the riding crop attacked her clit. It felt like her pleasure button was trapped in a vise and each time the crop struck it pinched it tighter. Her body jerked and shuddered, but the tight bondage kept her spread and helpless.
Her clit was the size of a small rock, hard and red, the riding crop finding it with ease. Brooke was crying, but Michael only felt the pleasure of beating her pussy with the riding crop. His hand continued to stroke his cock. "Time for Brooke to do some sucking and fucking, but first I would be remiss if I didn't work over those nipples first." It took Michael some skill, but he managed to swing the riding crop so that it just passed over the hard tips of each nipples, centering the intense pain in the very tip that was the most sensitive. Her breasts were thrust out, so she could do nothing to protect them, the crop slapping each one until they grew hard and red. Tears were falling from Brooke's eyes, but the bed beneath her pussy was soaked with her juices.
The pain and pleasure were all mixed together now. The helplessness of the stringent bondage and the pain of the spanking and whipping merged into one masochistic thrill that raced through her body. She should be crying out in pain, but even beyond her screams and tears, she felt the thrill of being used by powerful men, her naked body bound and spread for their pleasure. She struggled not to cum, ashamed that her body was even reacting this way. She felt a little relief when they pulled her bound legs from the headboard, even untying her wrists, but her relief was short-lived. They were only getting her ready to service their cocks.
"Spread-eagle on the bed. Tight and wide. I want her to feel it." Michael helped them.
They slid her down onto the bed, but Michael's hands pushed her over.
"On your belly."
Keith couldn't believe what they were doing to her, but there was no mistake as they tied her arms to the two corners of the headboard. Her ankles were bound and they pulled the rope beneath the back of the bed until her legs were almost pulled to the floor, one on each side. She was on her belly and her ass cheeks parted wide when they spread her legs. Would they do such a thing to her? Were they getting her bound so they could sodomize her?
Hannah gripped Keith's balls in one hand and squeezed them, her other hand bending his cock until he jerked in pain. "Have you ever ass fucked your wife before, Keith? Or any girl?"
"Nooo," he shuddered when she gripped his balls until they ached.
"It hurts and feels good at the same time. The asshole is round, not like a pussy and longer, able to take a cock deeper, but not without some pain. It feels like its going to come out your mouth when it goes in, and pulling out your guts when it comes out. Your anus burns when it first has to accept the thick head of a cock. After a while, it just accepts it, the ring gripping the shaft as the cock rides back and forth inside you. Brooke has no choice, the men making short work of spreading her so wide that she aches." Hannah began to stroke Keith's cock again. "Gino is going to take her first. Look how big and hard his cock is."
Keith watched as Gino climbed on Brooke's back, kneeling between her widely spread legs, fisting his cock, slick with the oil he had used to lubricate it. He rubbed it over her tiny asshole. No way would it fit inside Brooke. He saw the look of concern on her face as she looked over her shoulder as he mounted her.
Brooke couldn't move a muscle, good thing for Gino, otherwise she would have raced from the room if she wasn't bound and spread on her stomach. She couldn't believe how big and hard his cock was. She had been sodomized before, but nothing like that monster. She felt the slick head pushing against her anus like a blunt rock, the head too big for such a tiny hole. "Plleasee, you're too big," she begged, but she felt his large, naked body settling onto her back, his hand fisting his cock between them. She heard him grunting, but she was too concerned with the mounting pressure as he pushed the big head of his cock relentlessly against her small hole. She tried to accommodate him, knowing he could tear her if he wasn't careful, pushing her ass up against him, pushing out on her sphincter muscles, feeling her anal ring slowly forced over the slick head. "EEWWWWW," she moaned as the thick head, slick with oil forced its way through the tight knot of muscle and into her rectum. "DDdon't move," she begged, her anal ring burning as it stretched too tight around the thick head that was wedged in her intestines.
It felt like his cock was swallowed in a hot blast furnace, the tight ring of her asshole feeling like a too small rubber band choking the head of his cock. Her insides were crushing his cock head, but Gino could only feel the hot, tight asshole that engulfed his cock and he wanted more. "You can take it," grunting as he shoved another inch of cock into her ass tube. "Yes, that's good Brooke. Take it all." He pulled out, but then shoved back in, his body settling down onto her ass cheeks as he began to fuck her asshole deeper and deeper with every thrust.
Keith watched in awe, as Brooke's asshole seemed to swallow up the thick cock that speared her cheeks. It was so big, yet she was taking it, each time he looked another inch of the thick cock disappeared from view between her cute ass cheeks. Gino's powerful buttocks clenched and he grunted each time he thrust in. Brooke was taking it, though not without pain, grunting and crying each time the cock pushed in and out, always going deeper.
Her body was shoved each time Gino fucked her asshole, her insides clenched painfully around the thick cock, her muscles forced into submission as he sodomized her with ruthless thrusts. It felt like he was trying to drive his cock through her body, her stomach cramping around the thick cock. Her insides felt like they were being dragged out, but it was worse when he shoved back in, each time his cock driving deeper, the thick, flanged cock head shoving into her elastic tube, stretching her insides until she ached from deep in her guts. She felt him flex his cock, his wiry pubic hairs tickling her naked ass cheeks. He was all the way in, feeling like his cock was forcing all her organs out of the way. She knew it was just beginning now. He would sodomize her until her only relief came when he flooded her bowels with his hot cum. He wouldn't be the last, the others wanting to force her to take their cocks in her asshole.
Gino went to work on her, grunting as his hips were a blur, his cock spearing in and out of her asshole, skin slapping hard against skin when he shoved in deep, almost driving her body up as the head of his cock banged deep into her bowels.
"Fuck her hard, Gino," Michael encouraged him.
It was five minutes before he came, her insides feeling the friction of his cock burning her up. Each time he plunged in, her stomach would cramp around his organ, but she could do nothing but take the thick log up her asshole, bound and spread on her belly as Gino sodomized her for his pleasure. She felt the relief when his hot cum burned in her guts, bathing her abraded asshole, the head swelling larger as it spit out its angry, salty juices into her guts. He looked down as he pulled his cock out of her asshole, the tight ring stretched as it slid over his shrinking cock. Her asshole stayed open for long seconds, a large dark hole, covered with the white, milky cum that leaked out.
"You want to join them, Keith." He was already out of the room, his cock bobbing anxiously in front of them as he went next door to join the others in abusing his wife.
Her eyes pleaded with Keith when he came in, but they were already untying her and getting her ready for the next position. er Her Her wrists were tied together, and Brooke lay down on her side. Her asshole ached, but that didn't stop them as Michael pushed his cock into her pussy, flipping her over so she was lying on top of him. He stopped moving, his cock wedged deep inside her, but she felt Keith's familiar hands on her buttocks, pulling them unceremoniously apart. He didn't care that his cock would swim in another man's juices, as Brooke felt his cock push into her asshole, this time two cocks between her legs feeling like it was one giant tree trunk that was inside her. As soon as Keith hit the bottom of her intestines, they both began to fuck her. First, one would push in, the other out, the twin tubes alternating between full and empty. But they soon tired of that, both of them driving their cocks into her with powerful thrusts, her other organs forced out of the way as her twin passages were fucked by hard, thick cocks. She cried out, but Stephen soon silenced her cries, his cock forced through her lips and jammed to the back of her throat until she choked. Now three cocks punched there way into her body with brutality.
Keith couldn't believe the pleasure he got from her asshole. It felt like thousands of fingers running over his cock, her muscles rippling up and down. He could feel Michael's cock on the other side of the thin wall separating her asshole and pussy, feeling them both drive into her, Keith trying to match the power of his thrust. He looked up at Brooke, Stephen fucking her mouth, his hips driving his cock in and out her mouth and throat as Brooke choked and gagged. He might be older, but his cock stayed hard.
Once they all came in her, it was time to abuse her some more until they grew hard again. A rope was hung across the room about waist high. Brooke was forced to straddle it, her arms tied behind her back, her breasts tied until they were bulging out from the tight ropes, her nipples almost purple with blood. Along the rope were knots. Keith wielded the riding crop this time, enjoying the way it smacked on her lovely ass cheeks. Each time he prodded her along the rope, all the men's eyes on her pussy as she was forced to ride the rope, each knot slowly and deliberately forced through her pussy lips until it popped out between her ass; Brooke groaning each time the rough, thick rope skinned across her tender insides. Once she got to one end, she was forced to walk backwards, Michael pulling the rope up higher so the knots would visit her tender asshole. Twice she walked the rope until the rope was pink with her juices and her pussy raw and sore.
It tore at her pussy, each knot more painful then the last, but by time she was travelling along the rope the second time, her body exploded into an unexpected orgasm that shook her. They refused to let her stop, even while she came, the riding crop whipping her ass harder, and her legs almost refusing to move. The orgasm only made her tenderer, the men harsher.
Keith never realized that a girl could be bound in so many imaginative ways. Michael and Stephen seemed to know all of them. They would bind her in stringent bondage, Brooke barely able to breathe, let along move. Then they would bring out the toys. Nipple clamps bit into her nipples, the serrated edges pinching her nipple flesh between the unyielding metal, her mouth used to get them men hard again, unable to stop them when they forced her to swallow their cocks, her eyes tearing as she choked and gagged on the thick man flesh. If one cock wasn't bad enough, they tried to force two cocks into her mouth until her lips looked like they would rip open. Saliva dripped from her mouth, but the men cared little except for their pleasure.
Her legs were spread open and bound while they abused her pussy with clamps, whips, and anything they could find. Her clit was even pinched and bound, swollen with blood that would not release, hard and tender. An electric toothbrush went to work on it, and it only took Brooke minutes before she came again, but they refused to stop until it was blood red.
Brooke learned what a spreader bar was, the men fucking her in all her holes as she was moved from one position to another, always unable to close her legs and stop the cocks from entering whatever hole they wanted. She came a third time while being fucked, at the same time Keith came in her mouth, forcing her to swallow his cum as she came around Gino's massive cock in her pussy.
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It has been six months since Keith came home. Brooke had made their new house into a home, decorating it to their tastes. Every night she would have a hot dinner waiting for him. Michael must have got a new girl, their visits to their home less frequent, more business than pleasure. Keith was still doing well. Brooke missed it a little, but Keith had leaned a lot from them and his imagination was increasing.
Brooke had learned to love the stringent bondage and Keith never failed to satisfy her desires. It was at least weekly that she would find herself naked and bound and spread while Keith worked over her helpless body. He was imaginative, finding the most mundane things that he used on her body. He could go into the hardware store and come out with such delightful items that would pinch, crush or pierce many parts of her intimate body. The only thing that she missed was having more than one man inside her at a time.
Tonight, Silvia and her husband Robert came over for dinner. They were just having a drink after dinner. They had met them two months ago and were spending more time together. Silvia was a shy girl, cute, red hair with a good figure. Robert was more outgoing, a salesmen, but he pampered his wife a little too much. A couple of times only Robert and Keith had gone out for drinks and talked after a few too many drinks. That is where they concocted the plan. Even Brooke didn't realized what it was. She suspected something when Keith brought out the marijuana. Silvia had a shocked look on her face, but her husband took charge, Silvia backing down immediately.
The first joint was passed around and it wasn't until the second was lit that the men noticed Silvia's glassy eyes. Brooke head was abuzz with the drugs, remembering the first time with Michael and Stephen and how they had taken advantage of her. By the time the second joint was finished, Silvia could barely move.
Silvia never felt this way before. Her head was floating. It was as if she was looking down at her own body, her muscles feeling like Jell-O, barely able to move. She could only watch as the men got up, but it was Keith that walked over to her, Robert moving towards Brooke. Keith was cute, so smart, a bit jealous of Brooke. He was so much more successful then Robert, though she loved him.
"Stand up." Keith stood in front of her, looking down at the short dress that had ridden up her legs.
It wasn't a question, but more of an order. She didn't understand, but it was like when her father told her something. It was demanding and almost daring her to disobey. She never did disobey with her father. She regretted sometimes. She got up, her legs barely able to hold her up.
He kissed her, one hand around her waist pinning her against him, the other on the back of her head. He felt her struggle for a second, then her lips opened and his tongue explored her mouth, running over her teeth and gums until he felt her tongue. She began to move her tongue against his, relaxing his hold on her head, but he began to rock his hips back and forth against her.
