Deceived and Enslaved (28 page)

'Mmm, boys, you know what to do.'

Lillian's view of the scene disappeared as the blonde pressed her sex onto her mouth. Lillian had to adjust her head so as not to suffocate on the moist, fleshy lips of her quim. There was a faint sweet animal perfume that increased the tension of her growing lust.

Guiseppe and Rodolfo were prising her own labial lips apart, gliding their fingers all around the soft pinkness. Guiseppe suddenly tugged on one of her lips, sending a shudder of sharp pain through her sex that only roused her more.

She managed for the most fleeting of moments to slip from the grip that the blonde held her in, to see that the beautiful woman was slipping some white, shining balls between her lips and moistening them in her mouth. There were at least five in number, and they were threaded onto a piece of pink ribbon. Lillian knew what they were for.

The blonde pushed down harder onto the supine girl, reasserting her mastery over her, and Lillian knew that she could only wait for the real pain to commence. She was not frightened at all. She was hungry for the pain that she knew the trio was about to inflict on her.

The woman arched her body over her, so that her tongue which had been exploring behind the prepuce of her swollen clitoris, now flattened along the length of the blonde's surprising tight quim.

While she maintained the pressure on Lillian's arms to the extent that they now ached with a painful throb, she could feel her gloved fingers sweeping across the soft pink creases of her sex-flesh. The two men suddenly pushed her legs higher into the air. The blonde caught Lillian by her legs just above the knee and pressed them against Lillian's chest.

One of the men, she assumed it was Rodolfo, held something cold and metallic that brushed the inside of Lillian's thigh. Then the surprise, for after stimulating her vulva, a hand slipped down between the cheeks of her bottom, and a finger jabbed into her anus, and once inside began to flick and squirm, causing a delightful sense of pressure inside her.

It didn't hurt. The finger had been lubricated, so that she could feel something cool and soothing spreading although the tight area. But then the pain, as the first ball was inserted, pushed hard up inside.

'Oh, it's so beautiful to watch you my dear. To watch these two lovely boys sticking those balls inside you. Is it tight? It looks ever so tight.'

The pain eased momentarily as the ball passed through the tight ring of her anus and slipped up her, pushing out the taut flesh of her tight channel, but then the second ball was pushed inside her. The blonde was gyrating her hips now, as Lillian flicked her tongue in and out of her quim. She was moaning appreciatively, her eyes still glued on the scene below. The third and the fourth ball entered, so that Lillian felt completely stuffed. Surely they could not squeeze the last one in, but somehow they managed it. Lillian felt her eyes moisten with the pain. She waited for the tug on the ribbon to come, knowing she could not endure such discomfort indefinitely.

But it did not come. The pain grew inside in tremendous waves. She waited and she waited. The blonde was amazing in the way that Lillian could feel how her labial lips were engaging, how she managed to continue to gyrate her and still glide her silk-gloved hand over the soft flesh of Lillian's sex.

Then the deeper shock. A large pearl-white dildo was being inserted between her labial lips. This was impossible. As it slipped inside her the pressure mounted on both sides of the thin membrane that divided her vagina from her rectum. The dildo had been artfully inserted, gently with tender care, but the affect was worse, the pain more gradual. It was a tremendous sensation that excited her by its mere immensity than anything else she had ever experienced in her life. She was going beyond that boundary of pain and pleasure. She no longer knew what to call it. This was totally on another level. She was in a different erotic dimension. She did not know whether to scream out with the torment that was wracking her body or to shriek in orgasmic reverie.

Her climax was building solidly inside her. There was a third immense sense of heaviness, in addition to that in her bottom and in her quim. She knew it was the blonde who was manipulating the dildo up and down the stretched muscles of her quim, rubbing it against the slicked walls of her and making her feel the pressure of the balls that more intensely. But what was more incredible, the blonde's hand reaching onto the flat of her stomach, pressing so that the pressure became so intense that Lillian thought she must explode, so unbearable was it, so acute, so immense.

Guiseppe suddenly tugged at the balls. Another lever, another higher level of pained pleasure, shaking her body in five sharp bursts.

She was amazed that she still hadn't come.

'I'm glad to see, my darling, that you have resisted the temptation because we still have so many more pleasures for you to sample,' the blonde said as she withdrew her sex from Lillian's mouth.

She could still feel the remnant of pain surging through her body, but now she felt it as a loss, as an emptiness. She wanted more. She wanted them to hurt her more.

'Guiseppe, Rodolfo, tie her to the bed,' the blonde instructed.

Guiseppe was handed some silk scarves by the woman. He passed one to Rodolfo, then they pushed Lillian roughly onto the bed. While Rodolfo gathered one hand, Guiseppe grabbed the other...

'No, not like. On her back. I want her to watch. I want her to see everything. Lillian, there are lots of types of pain. Some of them are physical. Some are more what we would call metaphysical.'

Lillian wondered what she meant and what exactly they were going to do with her. Rodolfo and Guiseppe tethered her hand tightly to the metal bedposts behind her.

'Lillian, you are desperate and you will stay in that state. You want nothing more than to relieve yourself with your hands but clearly you won't be able to. Tie her legs too, gentlemen.'

Rodolfo did as his mistress had instructed and bound Lillian by the ankles.

'Undress, gentlemen.'

Lillian watched jealously as the two men took off their clothes. They both had gloriously muscular bodies with firmed stomachs and beautiful curved, strong-looking chests.

'Let's go over there, near the bed.'

They were only inches away from Lillian. She watched as the blonde kneeled before them and while holding Guiseppe's cock, massaging it firmly in her hand she sank her mouth onto Rodolfo's erect manhood.

It was an agony for Lillian to watch. There was nothing she would have wanted more in the world at that moment than to take one of those glorious men in her mouth, to glide her lips down their greased and sturdy shafts as the blonde was cruelly doing before her. While her mind suffered the mental torment, her stomach twisted in excitement.

When the woman removed her mouth from Rodolfo she pressed her scarlet lips onto Guiseppe. Lillian watched how Rodolfo's cock spasmed before the other woman's eyes, the head twitching upward, as if the slightest contact of a hand or mouth would bring him to orgasm.

The blonde sucked hard on Guiseppe at the same time as grabbing Rodolfo's heavy balls and squeezing. Her head angled back as she moved up his cock to concentrate on licking the purple head. Then she moved down the shaft, licking him all the way to the loose sagging skin of his scrotum. She took each of his balls in her mouth, sucking them hungrily.

'Would you like one of these delightful specimens?' the blonde asked, although she did not expect a reply. It was self-evident. It was also obvious that she had complete control, for when Guiseppe absentmindedly rested his hand in her hair she quickly withdrew her mouth and admonished him.

'No touching. Remember?'

Guiseppe looked sheepish. 'Yes, mistress.'

She turned Guiseppe around so that Lillian had a perfect view of his fine rump. She could see how the blonde's finger was trailing past his perineum, then pressing inside his anus.

It was a terrible torture for Lillian. She was desperately excited, as the blonde had said she would be. She watched as the woman used her finger to frig Guiseppe and her other hand stroked her swollen labial lips. If only she could do that, to bring release to the mounting sexual pressure that blanked her mind of all other considerations.

'Now, gentlemen, fuck me and fuck me hard, but you mustn't come. And let's make sure that Lillian has a perfect view.'

Guiseppe was so strong. After the blonde had disrobed he lifted her off the floor and holding her firmly by the thighs, widened her legs so that her pudenda glistened before Lillian's eyes.

'Wouldn't you like to touch it again, darling? Wouldn't you like to take me in your mouth, nibble on my clit?'

Lillian didn't answer. She tried to close her eyes to block out such an enticing view, but she couldn't resist watching the pitiless spectacle that was to be played out before her eyes, as the blonde was lowered onto Rodolfo's steely shaft. Lillian had a perfect view. Rodolfo grabbed the nameless woman by her hips and jabbed into her. The blonde's weight rested against Rodolfo's firm chest, his hands manipulating her erect nipples, squeezing them, tugging them, the addition of pain adding to the feverish sexual pleasure she must have been enjoying. Her head tossed back, her breasts swayed with each stroke of Guiseppe's inexhaustible cock, his groin slapping against the blonde's stretched inner thighs. While Guiseppe thundered inside her, she thrust downward trying to impale herself harder onto his cock.

Lillian could feel her whole body tingle. If only they would touch her, or whip her or fuck her. Anything would have been preferable to this torture, this being able to watch but do nothing. If only she could touch herself, but her bonds had been expertly tied, her ankles too tightly secured for her to even rub her thighs together. She was fascinated by the sight which met her gaze, but part of her wished it would be over, so that they could untie her and liberate from the constriction of such cruel torture.

She watched how Rodolfo, still holding the beautiful woman with one hand, angled his cock and pressed against her anus until he had managed to gain entry inside her. The blonde was now shrieking with wild delight as she was sandwiched between these two fabulous men, filled with their strong, urgent cocks.

The blonde was coming, her body writhing in her orgasm, her head tossing from side to side. She let out a frenzied scream and then her body collapsed in the pleasure that the two men had brought to her. Lillian also sighed, thinking that now her ordeal was about to come to an end, not realising just what a sadist she was.

'Okay,' she said once she had caught her breath. You didn't come boys, good. So your cocks are itching for more pussy, itching to take that beautiful girl on the bed who craves to have a cock inside her. Wonderful boys, this is the perfect time to leave her. What a splendid torture it will be. Come on, let's take our clothes and go. I'm sure we can find a couple of women who will be more than happy to be fucked by you. Bye Lillian.'

Lillian watched as the men looked wistfully in her direction. They walked out of the room naked, carrying their clothes in their hands. The blonde turned off the light, leaving Lillian in complete darkness, before closing the door firmly.

Lillian felt terrible. This was much worse than when Everton had teased her all those times, bringing her close to the brink of orgasm, but only to leave her unfulfilled.

There were noises coming from next door too, sexual noises, a crescendo of moaning, the heavy panting of a man. Maybe it was Rodolfo or Guiseppe, servicing the needs of another woman as the blonde blithely looked on.

She had no idea how long it was until her desire eventually faded and was replaced by her preceding sense of exhaustion, but eventually she must have fallen asleep.

She woke up with a stinging sensation emanating from between her spread thighs. Consciousness came back to her slowly; she remembered that her legs had been tied together but now they seemed fastened to the posts at the foot of the bed. This realisation came just before she knew that there were other people in the room with her. How many? There was more than one. Two? Three? No, there seemed to be so many more. She was still in darkness but as her eyes recovered some night sight, she could see figures forming around her.

Why were her labial lips burning so much? 'Who's there?' she asked tentatively. Suddenly a light was flicked on and she could see a crowd of people staring at her naked body. Beside the blonde woman, Guiseppe and Rodolfo, there was also a crowd of other people she didn't recognise. And somewhere beyond was Lord Willingham and James Hyde-Lee. Nobody spoke.

The light dazzled her. It was no ordinary light. It was so brilliant she could feel its heat. It was like an arc light beaming at her from no more than six feet away. It made her skin seem luminous.

Suddenly she felt in great danger. As if Willingham sensed her fear he spoke to her in a quiet, gentle voice.

'Don't worry, Lillian.'

She got distracted momentarily from Willingham's words as she felt the searing, burning pain in her sex. Willingham continued. 'We aren't here to hurt you, dear. Or at least not to hurt you any more than you want to be hurt. We came back to bring you pleasure. We came to give you your reward. We brought some of the guests with us. Now, just to show that we intend to keep our word to you, these kind people are going to prepare you.'

Prepare her? Lillian had no idea what she was being prepared for, nor did she trust the kindly tone of her master.

The blonde knelt before her spread thighs and began to flatten her tongue over the mouth of Lillian's vagina. It was beautiful; the pain burning between her legs suffused into a wonderful tingling that reminded her of the intensity of her previous aroused state when she had been watching Guiseppe and Rodolfo fucking the blonde.

Lillian wished that somebody would turn the light off, or at least that all these other people would go away so that she could enjoy being pleasured without everybody looking and without such a horrible blinding light in her face.

Rodolfo and Guiseppe had gone and crouched down either side of her on the bed, their long cocks held temptingly before her. She arched her neck to take Rodolfo's stiff cock into her mouth, licking the bulbous dome with her tongue first, before sliding her rouged lips down the shaft. She would have liked to cup his dangling balls in the flat of her palm, but her constricted hands meant she could only service him with her mouth. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Guiseppe was slowly masturbating himself, maintaining his erection for when his turn came.