"Teaser in torment" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kellerman John)

"GHAAAAA!"

"Easy, baby… you'll break a rope."

He laughed and shoved the dildo again. The smooth end wet against the end of my cunt and I jerked and squirmed. Scott grunted as he jabbed his hips up and in, up and in… over and over until his balls pressed against the plump undersides of my butt. I'd thought ass-fucking was bad. But now both my holes were full!

I felt about to faint. My breath came in ragged gasps and every move was excruciating. Every touch set off new fevers that raged with the other tickles and swamped my senses until I could only groan and babble.

"You've got the tightest little pussy I ever felt," Scott said, testing my hole deeper yet with the plastic cock. "You're gripping this thing so hard I can hardly get it out."

"Nnnnnuu! Ohhhhh… I… feel so… strange!"

"Yeah, I guess you do. With both holes filled." He pulled my hair with his free hand, forced my head back on his shoulder. Then he turned my mouth and rammed his tongue deep between my teeth. I couldn't get away. He had his fingers twisted in my locks as he sucked and bit my lips.

"You just needed breaking in," he said when he'd eaten enough of my spit. His hips rammed me steadily, the knob of his cock poking my hot guts until I thought I'd scream! "You ever try this with one of your high-school boy friends?"

The ropes squeaked on the beam again as he changed his position slightly. My pussy ran juice as if it had been broken apart. The sound of the vibrator was muted when he pushed it up hard against the end of my cunt. And the fluttery things it did to me there made my eyes roll wildly in my head. I cooed with pleasure, much as I hated the beast who was giving it to me. It was beyond my understanding, but then I wasn't thinking very straight at all. If I came, I knew it would be another victory for him. I bit my lip until I tasted blood. I tried to think of anything but sex. But the fat slide of his cock inside my asshole and the steady fucking movements of the vibrator weakened me. Slowly I started to work my hips in circles.

Scott laughed and took the vibrator from my pussy. When it came free from my tiny inner cunt folds, they sucked at it noisily. And then he jerked his cock from my ass, too! The jerking of my muscles now that they were empty of anything made my belly cramp.

"Beg for it," he said, rubbing the tip of the vibrator up and down my thigh, smearing my skin with cunt butter. His cock rested greasily against one cheek of my ass. I fought to keep still. But my hips were plunging around, moving more frantically with every passing second.

"Beg," Scott growled.

"Noooo… I w-w-won't!"

He grabbed my hair again and pulled my head back. I couldn't resist, even if I'd had control over my muscles. He sucked at my tongue until I had to give it to him. Then he started chewing on it… not enough to hurt, but enough to send throbbing jolts of pleasure through my tits and belly. He skidded the buzzing vibrator up my skin until the tip rested against a nipple. Waves of tingling ecstasy made my flesh crawl. I was weakening fast. My hips plunged viciously, as if in search of those long, hard things that had filled my holes only seconds before.

"Yeah… tell me about it, you nymphomaniac!"

"Hnnnnn!"

"Do you want some more cock in your ass?" He bit my chin. "Come on… tell me the truth." The vibrator was smeared across my chest to the other nipple. I sucked my belly in under my ribcage and jerked uncontrollably as Scott teased my hot asshole with the head of his cock.

I writhed crazily against the ropes that held my wrists. But Scott just laughed and hugged me against him. My ass was tight against his belly, that big cock pressing harder and harder against my tightened bung. He shoved the vibrator up under my chin and then pushed it at my lips.

"Nooooo!" I could smell my own musk smeared on the plastic. I tossed my head to get away from the buzzing, smooth thing, but Scott grabbed my hair again and made me take it between my lips. He started fucking it in and out of my mouth. The feeling of that thing tickling my throat was really weird. I hadn't expected it to excite me, but I couldn't help remember Chris' cock and the way it had felt in my mouth. I rejected the thoughts, but they kept invading my consciousness, especially when Scott slid that vibrating bullet against the trough my tongue had made.

"You'd better relax… 'cause I'm gonna get in your back door," he growled, bringing my heels off the floor as he lunged upward. My aching asshole resisted him for an instant, but the grease that had been spread deeply between the halves of my butt made it easy for him.

"YHHHAAAAAA!" I squealed as the barbed tip penetrated my bung again. My ass danced on the flesh spear as Scott ground his hips in a circle to get his cock even deeper. He took the vibrator from my mouth and pushed the spit-wet thing down into my pussy-crack again.

It took him a little while to find my hole. The dildo slid in easily. Though I was fighting it with every nerve in my body, I could feel my come start. It began as a tiny tickle around the hood of my clit and spread fingers of pleasure over my flesh. In just seconds the shock waves of my convulsions rocked my body.

"Yuhhh! Ohhh! NNHHUUUUUU!"

I rocked my hips forward, skewering my cunt on the vibrator and then squirmed back, grinding down on the hard, fucking prick that reached deep into my guts. I'd never felt anything like it! I was stuffed full… both holes. My muscles twitched as the fury of the delirious thrill overtook me completely. I went out of my mind. Drool spilled down my chin and I banged my head back against Scott's shoulder. His big arm wrapped around my belly and held me as he fucked mercilessly into my ravaged little asshole!

"Coming… I'm coming!" he babbled, making the ropes squeal on the beam. My wrists burned with pain, but the pleasure overcame all that. The vibrator and Scott's cock were both into my body as deep as he could get them. I writhed like a rabbit on a spit.

"You wild little cunt!" he grunted, his muscled belly shivering against my ass-cheeks. "Tight and good… God… damn!"

"Nhhhooooo!"

My head fell forward on my chest. I could feel strings of something hot and sticky leaking from between the halves of my butt, then down my thigh. A sharp fury of pleasure brought the air from my lungs in long, shuddering cries that echoed in the small cabin. My pussy writhed tight around the smooth, buzzing dildo. I felt each spasm build clearly and then thunder through my senses. Finally I hung limp and used on the ropes as Scott eased his cock from my asshole and pulled out the vibrator. There was only the sound of water lapping against the hull of the boat and Scott's breathing. Then the door closed behind me and I was alone.

"The sonofabitch… the dirty sonofabitch."

Hands touched my arms. I came awake and saw the blurry face in front of my eyes. I blinked and the face became Chris. He was undoing the ropes. Then I felt the numbed ache of my arms still tied up to that beam across the top of the cabin.

"Ohhhhh… it hurts…" The blood rushed back to my limbs as Chris pulled them down. I could hardly stand for him to touch me. I slumped onto the bed as he rubbed my back and shoulders. My panties dangled from my waist.

"When I got back, Scott told me to watch you. I didn't know he'd…" Chris shook his head.

"Look, I'm sorry about all this."

"Like hell, you're sorry." I rubbed the place where the rope had been. There was a rope burn across the inside of each wrist. As the sensation came back, my flesh crawled and prickled.

"I'll put on some coffee," he said. He shut the door quietly behind him. I found a towel to clean up with and some water in a can by the door. I threw my ruined panties in the trash basket and slipped into my cut-offs. My halter had been torn, too, so I dug around in a drawer until I found a man's shirt. It was probably one Chris wore. It felt funny putting it on. Here Chris was holding me captive on his boat for one reason or the other. And Scott, his friend… It was hard to believe they were in the whole thing together. They weren't alike at all.

"You like yours with anything in it?" Chris asked as I came into the small galley. He wouldn't look at me. But I noticed he was between me and the stain leading to the deck. I sat down at the table.

"Cream, please. Chris, what's this whole thing about?"

He put a cup in front of me and poured the black brew into it. "Okay, listen and listen good. I'll tell you once. I'm in hot to Scott, you dig? I'll lose my boat if I don't play ball. Your father knows something about the taxes of a very important person. I don't even know who it is myself – a politician with a lot, of drag. Anyway, Scott says there's a grand jury brewing and this important person wants to make sure your old man gives the right answers." Chris sipped his coffee, pulled out a chair and sat down across from me. "The other night… Scott took a few photos. Quite a few photos."

"In the dark?"

"Infrared. Special filter and lights. The army uses it all the time."

"And you knew what was happening when you made me…" I shook my head and looked down. My body tingled at the memory of Chris fucking me. I flushed red at the thought of my father seeing a singe photograph of that awful night.

"You'd better finish your coffee," Chris said. "I'm not supposed to let you out of that room."

I got up and circled the table. Chris stood quickly and backed himself between me and the stairway to the deck. I put my hands on his bare chest and started rubbing. If sex had gotten me into this, maybe sex would get me out.

"Let me go, Chris!"

"You got to be kidding. My ass is on the line now…" I rested my cheek against the curls on his chest. Then I spotted the small, hard male nipple a few inches from my mouth.

Did men like to be kissed there? Well, I knew that it did strange things to me when a boy touched or licked that spot on one of my small swells. I pushed the tip of my tongue out and rubbed it across the little nub. Chris grabbed my shoulders hard and tiled to shove me back. But I'd slipped my fingers under the front of his shorts. He shivered as my palm cupped the swelling head of his cock. I squeezed it and let it fill with blood again. It embarrassed me to touch a man's prick like that, but Chris couldn't see my face. I eyed the narrow staircase.

"Robyn… come on, I can't let you go. Jesussss!"

"Feel good, darling?" I said, acting as best I could. The first button of his shorts popped open and gave me more room to work. I undid the next one myself and pulled his hot cock up and out of his underwear. My emotions raced. I'd never handled a man's cock before. And I hadn't realized that the mere shape of a male prick in my fingers could be so disconcerting. My heart raced and my mouth had gone dry. I felt a little buzzing excitement at the very tips of my nipples. They rubbed against the oversized shirt I had on. Chris let his palm slide down over my butt. I knew he was weakening. I tilted my face up and his lips found mine hungrily. Again, I eyed the stairs. If I could just make it to the top of them, I'd be free. I could jump over the side and swim the rest of the way to the dock. There'd be too much commotion for him to catch me… there'd be people around… someone to defend me when I made it to the pier.

"I'll do anything you want," I breathed, fingering the steamy, throbbing meat I held, wondering what excited a man, what kind of movements they liked. On dates I'd rubbed a lot of guys' cocks through their jeans. For a high schooler that was enough to make them cream. But Chris was obviously more experienced.

"Suck me…"

"No!"

The words had popped from my mouth before I'd thought. It was an instinctive reaction, a reaction based on fears and revulsion's I'd had for years. But if I wanted to get out of here, I'd have to do better than that.

"I mean… y-y-y… of course, darling."

I felt the pressure of Chris' hands on my shoulders, urging me down onto my knees. I was shaking all over. Of course I couldn't suck his cock! I just knew I'd faint before I could even get the nerve to put my lips against his… his prick! But I got to my knees in front of him, my eyes shut tight. The weight of his cock rested in my hand. It was hard enough to even touch his rod. All my dating experience had been the other way around. Boys begging to let them touch me! I remembered some of my tried and true techniques for ending it when I became tired or bored. One that always worked was to let a guy dry hump until his balls were aching and then grab his cock through his jeans suddenly and squeeze like crazy. That was always good for a laugh. Usually the guy flopped around like a lame dog until he creamed his shots. Which took about ten seconds. But I only did that to guys who were really insistent on getting in my pants. The others I let go home with their tongues hard. And they'd always asked me out again, hoping for the impossible.

"What are you waiting for?" Chris asked, grabbing the sides of my head. I still couldn't look at what bobbed there before my face.

"Why don't you sit down, honey? I could do it better that way." I could hardly talk I was so wired. Surprisingly, Chris sat down. I could see his cock now, dark and angry-looking at the tip. But he'd forgotten that the stairs were closest to me now. I moved my hand up and down his prick-shaft, pulling the loose skin, rubbing it against the rigid meat underneath. That seemed to please him. He widened his thighs and stretched his legs out. His head flopped back and his belly began to heave. That's when I made my break for it.

I was up the stairs three at a time. I saw daylight, heard the sounds of the waterfront. Below I could hear Chris jerking his pants up, knocking over a chair. He'd never make it. I was free… free!

The shadow filled the stairwell suddenly. I crashed against Scott Morly's chest.

"Not this time, sweetheart." Someone giggled. A girl's voice. He pushed me down the stairs in front of him. Chris was coming up, buttoning his shorts.

"You dumb-ass sonofabitch," Scott snarled.

Chris leaned against the wall. His face was red and he kept blinking and stammering. The girl looked at him and then at me. She was very tall and very blonde. Her tits pushed out the jersey she was wearing, the nipples like, small fingers in the red material.

"She's a cute one," the blonde cooed. She pulled her long hair over the fronts of her shoulders and put a hand on Scott's shoulder.

"I can't trust this bastard any more," Scott said, looking at Chris. "But I figured that."

"She made a run for it," Chris said.

"Don't you think I know that?" Scott said. "What was she doing, playing with your balls?"

"Look, Scott, I can explain."

"Forget it. From now on, she won't be going anywhere." Scott looked at the blonde and she lifted the oversized handbag she was wearing. Scott pushed me back towards the cabin and inside. The blonde closed the door in Chris' face. I looked at my two captors. They were grinning. Scott reached into the blonde's bag and pulled out some metal loops with chains attached. It took me a few seconds to realize they were manacles.

"Please don't put those on me…" But he was already kneeling, fitting one iron band around my right ankle. It clicked shut. There was a little room left, but not enough for me to get it over my heel.

"She's got nice feet." Scott looked at the blonde. "Don't you think so, Jess?"

"You knocked her up yet?" she said, licking her lips. My mind seemed for a moment to be breaking apart. This woman named Jess sounded kinda crazy… Scott slipped another manacle over my wrist, snapped it shut.

"You'll be disappointed, Jess, but we won't be playing any games this time around. I just want a few more pictures anti we can let this one go. I don't care who she runs to then. I don't think she'll be running to anybody." He laughed and stood up. "And when her father gets a look at just a few of our little snapshots, he'll be careful of what he says to that grand jury."

"Why don't you knock her up…" The blonde touched my hair, let her fingers slide down the side of my face. "Ohhh, I'd like to see her get knocked up…"

"Cool it, Jess, willya? GO get my cameras."

Jess left. I heard her say something to Chris outside the room. Scott caught my face in his hands and nude me look at him.

"See, I know all about the modeling career you have planned. Your old man has pulled a few strings for you, too, hasn't he?"

My mouth flew open. "How… did you know this?" It was my deepest, best-kept secret. I didn't want any talk floating around to jinx me. But I'd been dreaming about being a model for years. And a good school had approved my portfolio. But if some photographs started turning up in some porno magazines, my career would be shot down before it got off the ground. I knew Daddy wouldn't let that happen. Even if it meant lying to a grand jury. I heard Jess coming back.

"Okay, baby, those ones we took last night were just warm-ups. You ever sucked any cock?"

I tried to swallow but my mouth was dry as a bone. I bit my lip. I felt dizzy and weak inside. "Of course n-n-not."

"Well, you're gonna learn…"

Jess came in and closed the door behind her. She set up a camera on a tripod and took a light reading. She was cool and efficient now, paying no attention to me whatsoever. Scott was fitting another manacle to my neck. I couldn't believe where he'd gotten all these things! It was almost as if they'd been made especially for me, they fit so perfectly. Not so loose that they could be slipped out of, but not too tight to hurt either. The one on my neck had a loop in back. Scott pulled my manacled wrist-up behind my back and fastened a chain to the neck iron.

"Doesn't that feel sexy?" he asked.

"Nooo!" I shook my head hard. He was taking down his pants. I turned sway as he undressed, but then his hands were on the shirt I wore. He jerked it down and off. When the sleeve wouldn't go around the manacle on my wrist, he tore it and threw the ruined thing into the corner. I was naked except for the cut-offs.

"The light is perfect," Jess said, fooling with the focusing ring of the camera. Scott sat on the bunk and made me kneel between his parted knees. I was shaking all over. He smoothed my hair back over my ears.

"That's so it shows your lips curving around my cock," he whispered and then laughed. The camera went off, an expensive little click. Another click followed. Scott's cock bobbed up and down an inch away from my lips. I could smell the faint musk of it, the manly aroma of sex.

"Suck it, baby."

"Never… never ever!" I started to sob. Scott pulled the foreskin slowly back. I could see the glossy purple surface sliding into view. I remembered it from that day on the beach. I was panting hard. I couldn't in the world imagine ever putting that prick in my mouth. Scott grasped my jaw and pinched it in such a way that I had to open my lips. Then he shoved the slickened tip of his prick against them.

"Noooo…" I gasped, twisting my head away. Scott slapped me across the face. It stung… stung bad. I could feel the red marks his fingers had made. He jerked me around by the hair. A tear skidded down my cheek as he shoved the crown of his prick between my lips again. The camera was clicking like crazy.

"Suck it," Jess murmured. Her voice was tight and strange. From the corner of my eye, I glanced and saw her there at the side of the tripod. One of her hands had slipped under the waist of her shorts. Her mouth looked heavy, slack. "Suck his cock, baby. Come on!"

"Nooo! Ohhhh, don't make me!"

"Look… it's her feet," Jess said suddenly, "That's what turns her on!"

I hadn't realized my toes had fanned out and I'd been rubbing them against the leg of the chair. I hadn't even though I was that excited. But being naked from the waist up had had its effect. And though I hated the thought of it, the cock bumping my chin and neck was doing things, too.

"Get Chris in here," Scott ordered. Jess opened the door. In a moment Chris came in looking sullen and nervous.

"She wants her feet kissed," Jess cooed, rubbing a hand down Chris' belly. Her voice was edged with venom.

"Look, I didn't want to do any of this to begin with."

"Shut up and get down on your hands and knees," Scott rasped. "I own your ass, big boy, whether you like it or not!"

Chris got down behind me. My feet were poked out, soles up. He kissed one and then the other. My toes burned and tingled and I felt the nipples grow from my small tits.

"Nhuuuuu… Ohhhh, don't do that any more!"

"Come on," Jess said, "really turn her on!"

Chris pointed his tongue and ran it between my big toe and the one next to it. I thought I'd faint with the bewitching tickle! And my pussy had blossomed like a desert flower in the rain. I could feel the slick juice wetting the crotch of my cut-offs. I squirmed my hips uncontrollably as Scott thrust his cock up under my chin. It left a smear of hot juice there. My eyes felt heavy. Scott forced my teeth apart and rested his cock-head on my pouting bottom lip.

"Nooo! Ohhhh, God. Help me!"

"Hurry up and get it on." Jess said breathily. "You guys are having all the fun."

"She still won't suck," Scott muttered when I clamped my teeth tight before he could shove that awful cock between them. I was panting like mad. I fell against his leg, the chain rattling at my back where the manacles held my arm up almost to my shoulder blade.

"Get her on the bed, dammit."

Chris helped lift me. They stripped my shorts down to my ankles, Chris obeying Scott's commands. The faded denim cut-offs dangled around the manacle on one ankle as Scott made Chris put his head between my thighs. I tried to close my legs to the attack, but Jess helped by pulling on the manacle chain.

"Nhhuuu! Ohhhh, please… Ohhh, God!"

Scott was talking, telling Chris what he had to do. Chris put his mouth against the lips of my cunt. They were so feverish that his spit felt cool. My ass danced on the narrow bunk. Scott was kneeling above my face. On my back like that, I could look straight up and see his cock dangling heavy and hot. Chris pushed his tongue across my clit and I sucked in a shuddery breath. Then Scott knelt lower and pushed his cock close to my mouth. The angle was all wrong for me to take it in my mouth, even if I'd wanted to. But the camera was clicking again. I felt like bawling. I could just see the people at the modeling school looking at these pictures!

Then Scott was making me sit up, shoving pillows under my shoulders. When I lay on my back again, my head dangled at a right angle and upside down. Scott moved his cock-tip against my closed lips. The camera went crazy as Jess touched the shutter over and over and over!

"We'll see how deep a throat she's got," Scott breathed.

He touched that place behind my jaw, squeezed it till the pain jolted me. My mouth opened. Upside down I could see the underside of his shaft and behind it the wrinkled sac flanging from the place it all grew out of his body. Scott changed position so that his prick could fit down into my mouth. I struggled, but Chris was spearing his tongue slowly in and out of my clasping cunt-hole. My thighs shivered with the throbbing thrills. And somebody was tickling my feet. Jess!

"Nooohhhhmmmmmmm!"

Without me even resisting, Scott had forced that bulging, purple cock-head down against my tongue. I couldn't close my mouth now without biting his dick. And I didn't dare do that! They were crazy! Every single one of them!

"Jesus, this is nice," Scott gasped, pumping his hips, making that flared knob rake the side of my cheek and then slide across the tough of my tongue… back, back… I could taste the musky gloss that coated the barb, could feel the pulsing heat of his prick. My lips drenched the hot rod with my spit. So weird… being on my back on all those pillows… my head upside down. Again, I caught a glimpse of Jess. She was tending the camera, but leaning close to the whole scene. She looked about to drool on herself! Even from upside down I could see that.

"Ghhhaaa!"

"Choke her a little," Jess said, her shorts bunched at the crotch where she was playing with her twat. I could hear the wet snick of her fingers between the lips of her cunt.

"You just watch that fuckin' camera," Scott growled, fucking his cock farther towards the back of my throat.

I choked and he pulled back a little, rolling his hips excitedly. I could feel the veins pulsing along the hardness of his cock. My tongue danced frantically, trying to escape the thick invasion of hot meat. I didn't want to excite him by licking the harts that were so sensitive, but when he pumped deep and almost choked me, my tongue fluttered like it was trying to escape.

"Yeah… like that," Scott coughed as I accidentally licked the top of that flared knob, the part that was so hot and spongy. The smacking sounds between my thighs were louder. Bursts of pleasure racked my belly and tits as Chris sucked at the blood-red bump of my clit.

Jess took the camera from the tripod and came in close. The big lens seemed only inches away from where my lips were stretched wetly around the fucking shaft of Scott's hot cock. My spit sucked and crackled around it as he worked the head into my throat again and Jess clicked off half a dozen quick shots.

"Tell me when you're gonna lose it," she said to Scott. "I want some with cum on her face…"

"Gettin' good…" Scott touched my tonsils with his cock and then brought it out until just the flared part was between my lips. My breath was hot against his dick; he probably liked that. But I couldn't just stop breathing. Not with Chris burrowing his teeth and chin between my thighs. My cunt was on fire, my ass squirming on the mattress. Chris held my cunt-lips apart with his fingers as he fucked my hole with his tongue.

"Get ready…" Scott made a strange, grunting sound. His cock seemed to shiver and then it was throbbing powerfully. "I'm gonna pop!"

He held the sides of my face hard so that I couldn't turn away. My head flopped back, hanging from where the pillows had been jammed under my back. I couldn't escape. That thick, sliding prick was going to shoot its fuck-cream all over and I couldn't get away. The manacles on my wrists and neck jingled as I jerked convulsively to free myself. Scott grabbed my free hand and held it up by his cock.

"You grab me when I tell you to. If you don't, you'll be sorry, baby – real sorry."

Jess came in close with the camera. Chris continued to eat hungrily at my pussy as my throbbing petals sucked and clasped his tongue. And then Scott pulled his pounding cock from my mouth and made me wrap my fingers around the spit-slick shaft.

"Jack me, dammit. Jack me!"

I jacked. The swollen veins under the skin stuck out like ropes. His cock was so heavy! The tiny slit at the end was only an inch or so away from my upside-down mouth. I brought my circled fingers up sharply against the crown and a droplet of whitish cream grew into a string. It dangled from the slit until it splatted against my forehead and tangled in my hair. Then a powerful burst of seed sprayed my lips, the curds pooling inside my mouth. Jess was clicking the camera as fast as she could.

"Nooooo! Nuuhhhhh!" My eyes clouded as the sensations against my blossomed pussy became excruciatingly sharp. What was Chris doing? My clit was being sucked from my body! It felt like he had it between his teeth, nursing and nibbling and eating!

"She's coming, too!" Scott mumbled, holding my head tighter than ever, pumping his hips to make his cock slide faster in the clutching circle of my fingers. More hot cum frothed from the tip. Strings dripped down my cheeks, some of the fountaining spurts hitting my neck and spraying up over my tithes.

A trembly madness seemed to sweep over my body. Blood pulsed in my ears and I felt dizzy and mad with the lust to reach that fiery pinnacle of pleasure nay body was so close to. I clamped my thighs tight around Chris' head and humped wildly.

"Yuhhh! Yuuhhhhhh!"

My fingers smacked with slick cum as I continued to jack Scott's cock, as I milked the heavy curds out so they'd drip into my mouth and run down my face. I didn't seem to be conscious of what was happening. All I could think of was the fever Chris was making with his mouth. I fucked my hips furiously, hearing the soppy pussy folds suckle around his teasing mouth. It was like going mad slowly, so tantalizingly slow!

"Ohhh! Nhhhuuuuu! Come… got to come!" But nothing was coming out of Scott's cock any more. He pulled it from my grasp.

"Eat what's on your fingers!" he ordered.

As if hypnotized, I pushed a pinky into my mouth and then the next finger, sucking between each one. Even when I was doing it, I knew I'd never think of such a thing normally. But my body wasn't normal at all right now. It felt like a live wire was running through it. I shivered and twitched, my ass still working against Chris' mouth. The taste of the cum made me dizzy.

The camera was still clicking when Scott shoved me over onto my side and motioned for Chris to leave. Chris gave me a sheepish look, wiped his face on his arm and disappeared. I thought I'd freak out completely.

"Ohhh… what's happening… why is he stopping…"

Scott motioned for Jess to come over and get a few more shots of me as I writhed on the bed, my belly heaving, my ass squirming around like crazy. Somehow I got a hand down between my legs. Scott jerked it away before I could shove a finger into my flooding, hot pussy.

"Get that other manacle. We'll tie this one up, too." He held my face roughly in his fingers. "Wouldn't want Robyn here to start getting naughty habits."

Jess slipped the manacle around my free wrist and looped the chain through the circle of steel at my neck. My hands were both pulled behind my back and when I tried to pull them down, the chains just jingled. Then she locked the chain that was connected to my ankle manacle to a heavy ring in the floor.

"Don't leave me like this!" I begged, dragging the chain after me as they started picking up the camera gear. I followed them halfway to the door, but the chain caught and I went down on my knees. I was alone.

"Got to do something… got to…"

I looked around the room in a panic. My panting breath thundered in my ears. Streams of my cunt butter made hot lines down the insides of my thighs. I felt like I could come any second if I could just… just touch my poor, swollen cunt-lips… rub them… love them! My eyes flicked around the room… and then I saw it. The smoothly polished bedpost. It was just the right size and even had a little ridge as part of the design. Whimpering with hunger, I dragged the chain over so I could stand on tiptoes over the upjutting wooden prick. My outer labes were so swollen that when they brushed across the domed wooden post, they popped open with a smack. I let my knees bend and gently lowered my cunt down… down…

"Ohhhh… yesssss!"

The smooth wood forced my pussy-petals back until the butter ran freely down the varnished surface. I felt the muscles being forced apart inside.

And of course I could only remember one incident in my whole life that was anything like the sensations I now felt. Chris. My first lover. He'd shoved his cock into my cunt and fucked me until I'd been half out of my mind.

"Ohhh, Chris," I groaned, bending my knees more, letting my heels down to the floor as I writhed my hips around.

The wood was so hard and cold. But it was something! Something to fill my hungry little cunt. I'd never realized that a girl could want something so bad. In the past I'd always been the one in control. I'd always made the boys want me! Then laughed when they didn't get it.

"Ohhh… so hard… so big… feels good!"

I lifted and lowered my cunt over the wood post. My fists were clenched at my back where the chains bound me. It was hard keeping my balance without using any hands, especially as the rutting thrill came back strong again. I felt dizzy with lust and fever. I squirmed my ass around as I let myself down as far as I dared.

"Touching something way inside… Nuuhhhhh!"

My womb! It was stretching against the tight mouth of my womb. I jangled the chains, jerking my arms against them to no avail. My toes were splayed out on the floor like they always did when I was really excited.

"Faster… want it faster…" The slick juice sucked and smacked around the edges of my pussy as I bobbed up and down. I felt like a horse on a merry-go-round, getting fucked with every revolution. The feather-soft down at the edges of my cunt was dripping with juice. I was so well-oiled that if that wood post hadn't been shoved deep into my pussy, I'd have fallen off. And the steady, rhythmic penetration of my tight little cunny was at last starting to get to me! My head flopped to the side and I drooled unashamedly. My eyes went blurry as the frenzied tickle grew into an insatiable itch that drove me wild.

I came like that, standing on tip-toes, my knees slightly bent as I rocked my hips forward and back, gouging the length of my cunt with that smooth wood post and then lowering myself down on it again as the convulsions racked my slender body.

I fell across the bed. I slept.