Slave Girl 169 - Custom Request - Part 2
169 looked very sorry for herself, standing naked and trembling in front of the large steel whipping horse awaiting her punishment, her body bathed in the pink tinged glow of the white room blended with the red hue of the side lights.
The Dom grinned as he looked first at the contraption, then at 169. It was clear from his lascivious expression exactly what was going through his mind and so intense was my concentration that it was a while before I actually remembered to breathe! My shaft was painfully hard as my fist closed around it. I found myself wishing that I had 148 on her knees sucking me while I watched 169 on the screen. I wonder how much that would cost, I chuckled quietly.
The large, slick chested man stepped around the horse and stood by 169. Even in the midst of obvious terror, she still looked gorgeous, barely an ounce of fat on her body. Her legs were toned and slender … ohhh fuck, so hot! I began to slowly move my grip back and forth.
The Dom took a moment to admire 169’s breasts. On her perfect body they looked quite small, but as he demonstrated while fondling them, they were plenty big enough to have some fun with. 169 seemed to have lost her resilience. She simply let him do as he wished and that included his sudden movement when he grabbed the captive girl by her hips and lifted her onto the horse. His female colleague helped out by hoisting up 169’s shoulders, lining her up so that the raised centre of the horse went just under her mound.
“Nghhhhhhhhh …” 169 moaned a combination of ‘no and argghhhhh’ – objection and pain, neither of which affected the two Dominants one little bit. She was a perfect fit, the length of the horse exactly matching her torso. The man then brought each arm down to a leather strap on one of the front legs, and tied her wrists tightly. The Mistress did the same with 169’s legs, securing the straps just above her knee. A strap was then passed over her back, securing her in place, and then further straps on each of her ankles were secured to rings in the floor. The poor girl was now bent over the apparatus, her ass sticking up tantalisingly in the air, the width of the steel horse causing her legs to spread wide, giving the Dominants a full view of her pussy and asshole. It was now that an extra Cam view appeared allowing me to move around the room and see 169 from every angle.
Fuck yeah! I started to jerk my foreskin faster, letting out a quiet groan as my thumb knowingly massaged the underside of my cockhead.
Whilst the wide chested man watched 169 wriggle and writhe, the slender Domme stalked around their bound captive, admiring her body every which way. She ran the crop delicately over 169’s back, teasing by occasionally tapping her lightly with the tip. Moving round to her rear, the Mistress ran the crop over her captive’s exposed holes, each time causing the girl to twitch and buck just a little, then with a smirk, she grazed the cheeks of 169’s ass with the crop, before bringing it down hard, twice, both times savouring the whimper that followed. As did I … oh man yes. I jerked my cock hard and fast. Feeling my balls begin to tighten.
Tracing her crop across 169 once more the Domme moved round to the horse’s front, signalling to her colleague to pull the girl’s head up so she could look her in the eye. I could see everything from all angles. This was awesome, everything about it!
“I am sure you have guessed what is about to happen, 169” the Domme’s unwavering demeanour grew more chilling. Despite not being gagged, which I was so pleased about, the bound girl offered no audible response. I saw off to the side that the Dom was stripping off his leather pants to reveal his sculpted body, and long, already hard, cock.
He was going to fuck her while 169 was bound like this! Holy fuck! I jerked hard and fast until I was on the edge … pulling my hands away I let the oncoming rush of my juices dissipate just a little, leaving me on the very edge. I meant to enjoy this show to the full.
The Mistress stepped out of the way to allow 169 a clear view of her erect colleague. He stood in front of the horse, stripped of his clothes, his body sculpted like a Greek statue, his erection almost in the bound girl’s face. I angled the Cam so that I was looking through to a sideways shot.
He held his cock in his hand, spitting on his fingers and rubbing the foreskin with purpose. I jerked in time with him. We jerked off together to the sight of the poor, bound 169. I was happy enough with my own endowment, but he was huge.
The Dom walked up to the secured girl with a huge smile on his face, unable to contain his excitement, as I was unable to contain mine. Moving to 169 he burnished the end of his cock over her face, relishing the look of disgust she tried to give him. He then moved towards her rear, trailing his free hand along her back, teasing her. Man, this was so hot!
He stood at the back of 169, admiring her holes, both of them splayed open for him. Moving into position, I watched agog as he ran the tip of his cock along the lips of her pussy, leaving one hand on the small of her back. He spat on his swollen-head one last time, lined up at the entrance to her pussy, and then, without warning, he moved his dick an inch higher.
169’s fists were clenched, her nails clearly digging into her palms, her toes curled as she prepared to be fucked. But when he moved his shaft away from her pussy, and over her puckered asshole, panic appeared on her face and she began to squirm.
Beautiful, delicious, delightful … I was about to fall over the edge once more, white juice oozed from the tip of my cock, before I used my breathing to control the convulsions, which, if they had remained unchecked, would have seen me climax too early.
“Pl … please no … Master …” 169 begged, using the name she knew he would want. But it mattered not! She already knew her plight was a hopeless one. And then he thrust … hard!
169 cried out. Her screams feral, her eyes wide, her mouth shaped in a wide ‘O’.
“Owwwwwwwwwww! Nooooooooo … take it out!”
But the Dom thrust forward with all his weight, and buried his cock up to the hilt. With one hand gripping 169’s long pony tail tightly, he used the other to grip her left hip allowing him to slam into her again and again.
Fuck yes. I was jerking in time with his thrusts. It was my cock inside her, me fucking her ass, oh poor, delicious 169! I watched as the man fucked the brains out of the poor bound girl. By pulling her hair back the Dom had pulled the 169’s head up and allowed his female colleague to look into the little bitch’s eyes.
I loved watching when they did this, loved watching the fight as it slowly disappeared from the girl’s eyes, admiring the anguish in her expression as she was savagely ass-fucked. His cock burrowed into the slave girl, pushing as deep into her bowels as it was possible to go.
While the rape was pure heaven for the Dominants, and for me, it was so obviously absolute torture for 169. With every thrust forward the straps on her wrist, ankles and back were rubbing her skin raw. Her nipples and pussy were being grating mercilessly on the steel surface. Her hair was being pulled straight out of its roots … and I imagined how painful her violated ass must be!
I jerked faster once more … I was near, and might not be able to hold out much longer. This scene had been going for over 30 minutes already, and I knew from previous experience that they lasted around 45.
As each thrust into 169’s abused body got quicker and quicker, the Dom moved toward his climax. The prostrate girl screamed, tears streaming down her face. He was now pumping in and out at a ferocious speed, grunting fiercely as time and again he slammed his member as far into 169 as he could, repeatedly slapping her ass cheeks with his free hand. The horse, though heavy and stable, squeaked and rocked with every thrust, such was the force that the Dom was creating. He was close, as was I. When he pulled the bound girl’s hair toward him with as much force as he could muster, thrust deep into her I felt my balls tightening, and prepared to spill my seed.
169 screamed her very loudest and her hair was very nearly yanked out of her head. The Dom’s body slammed into her one final time, clearly harder than he had before … and then he came.
As he did, his female colleague moved up and began to flay 169’s bare back with the crop. Merciless strokes rained repeatedly down onto her slender body, supplementing the release of her colleague’s juices with a torturous whipping.
The man collapsed on top of poor 169, until he finally pulled out. The abused girl lay unmoving. Her back red and beaten, her asshole opened and dripping with cum. Her head and hair hung low.
I was almost there too, but I sensed that the scene wasn’t quite over and so, using all my willpower, I held back, as the Mistress strode back towards 169. I slowed my hand movements as she trailed the crop across the bound girl’s back once again. Following her actions with the appropriate Cam, I watched as she passed her crop slowly down 169’s crack and over her abused hole, making sure to run the tip over the sore area repeatedly,
“Listen cunt,” she continued, “you are going to thank your master for giving you what you wanted.”
“But, I didn’t want …” the bound girl started, but quickly stopped speaking.
“Is that understood, whore?”
Gathering herself 169 nodded slowly, and then opened her mouth. “Thaaaaa…” She was fighting to get the words out.
“Go on.”
“Thaaan..k….y…”
“Spit it out bitch.”
“Thankkkkk yoouuuu…”
“Aren’t you forgetting something,” the Domme teased, then her voice suddenly hardening as she thrashed the riding crop against 169’s ass again to draw a whimper from her parched mouth, “address him properly.”
“Thank you … Master.”
With that the man leaned forward and kissed 169 on the forehead, and then planted his mouth on hers, thrusting his tongue playfully into her. He then stood up, leaving his cock dangling in front of her face.
“Good girl,” the Domme’s monotonous tone taking on a more patronising edge, before hardening again, “now beg to suck his cock.”
169 looked stunned, an incredulous expression on her face as she looked at her Mistress. I could hardly believe it. The cock had been deep inside her asshole, and now she was being ordered to suck it clean.
Fuck!
I jerked myself faster, and could not hold back the inaugural seepage of seed from my small hole. The Dom was looking down at 169, grinning. His cock was inches from her face, complete no doubt, with the mixed scent of sweat, blood, cum and anything else stuck to his dick from her anal rape which didn’t bear thinking about. 169 closed her eyes, as if hoping that she’d misheard, but she hadn’t …
“Please!” 169 began.
“Yes?” The man, playing dumb, replied.
“Please… let me ss … ss … suck your… c … cock…” 169’s sentence trailed off.
“Address him properly!” The Mistress’s calm demeanour vanished for a split second as she barked the command at the bound girl, “or you know the consequences.”
“Please master, let me … suck your cock.”
Fucking hell!
No sooner had the words left her mouth and the Dom took a step forward until his softening cock, covered with its cocktail of secretions and juices, was millimetres from her tongue.
“Clean me bitch.”
169 stuck her tongue out and tentatively licked the head of the man’s cock. Using just her tongue, the poor girl attempted to bring more of his now limp but still large dick into her mouth. He brushed her hair to one side, exposing her deed to the camera, and slowly lowered his cock along her outstretched tongue. As more and more of his dick slid into her mouth, so was forced to engulf him.
Would she even think about biting him? I guessed not, given her exposed and vulnerable position. As if getting raped in the ass wasn’t bad enough, 169 now had to clean her own fluids and his, from his cock. Several times she gagged, but his grip on her hair forced 169 to continue.
After several minutes he backed out, leaving 169 with her tongue sticking out and her gaping asshole leaking cum onto the cold stone floor.
“What do you say?”
“Thank you master,” 169 didn't need a prompt; she knew already that she was in no position to argue. She was docile and defeated … and at that moment I could take it no longer as stream after stream of thick white sperm flowed freely from my cock and ran downwards coating my fist with its essence.
“Thank you 169,” I said to no one but myself, “I will be back”
When the screen went blank I picked up my not so chilled beer, and drank.