Trained to submit

She came like no time before, Monika opening her eyes in shame as the three men watched her erotic gyrations in the spread-eagle bondage as she came all over Miguel’s fingers. Each time when she thought she was finished, Miguel’s fingers would snap new life into her pleasure button, teasing the swollen organ to unleash another flood of her juices on his fingers inside her. Finally her body slumped exhausted on the rack, feeling the wet juices flow between her widely spread legs. That is when she saw it, surprised she didn’t see it before. It was a camera lens aimed directly at the rack she was on, a red light above the peeping lens glowing brightly. How long was it on? How much had it seen? And who was watching it? Her mind raced with sordid scenarios. Her orgasm had taken the edge off, suddenly confronted with the reality of still being bound and spread. And half naked. And by the look of the bulges in their pants, in the company of some very horny men. “What’s that?” Her eyes pointed to the camera on the wall.

Miguel looked to where she was pointing with her eyes as if he didn’t know of its presence. “A camera, Monika. It records everything that goes on in here. There are a number of them around.” He said it with indifference.

“Who’s watching or will watch?” She was afraid of the answer. Would they sexually blackmail me?

Miguel moved close to her head, bending down to whisper in her ear. “ El Presidente . He told you he would be watching you.” He said it as if she should have understood it.

She nodded, knowing that she couldn’t do anything to change it. She hoped Miguel would let her loose now. She felt his hands return, sliding over her stomach and through her wet bush, seeking out her pussy again. “No more, please.”

“Nonsense, Monika. I think you can cum for me again.” His fingers pulled apart her pussy lips, her inner lips drenched in her juices. Even her clit was still swollen, now a deep red, standing up like an erect little cock. He began to rub over the tip, her body jerking from the initial touch, but soon her head was thrown to the side, her eyes closed as she began to concentrate on cumming again for him.

She let her senses take over, concentrating all of her power between her legs, her imagination taking over as she saw the three of them standing over her body as she was forced to cum again like a trained dog. She felt the helplessness and it increased her arousal. She looked up, Miguel smiling down at her, four fingers inside her, fucking her drenched pussy with rhythmic thrusting, Monika concentrating on squeezing her pussy muscles on the demanding fingers. But she knew she wouldn’t cum unless there was more, needing something else. She couldn’t believe she said it, letting the words spill from her mouth before she could stop them, sounding so perverse as they sounded out loudly. “Force a cock in my mouth.”

Miguel pulled his fingers from her clutching pussy, leaving her empty for a moment. He pressed a button on the control panel, the head of the rack slowly lowering down toward the ground until it almost touched the floor. Her legs were high up, Monika almost upside down. But her head was at a convenient height. He found what he was looking for, putting the black mask over her eyes, shutting out all images from her view.

It grew dark, Miguel putting a mask over her eyes so she couldn’t see. Now she wouldn’t know whose cock was placed in her mouth. The blood was rushing to her head, but she knew that it was so that her mouth could be breached with ease. She heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down, then felt fingers slip inside her wet pussy, tightening her muscles on them as they began to fuck her again. Her head was turned to the side, Monika clenching her lips tight as if she were trying to keep the cock out instead of welcoming it. She felt hot flesh rubbing on her tightly clenched lips, sliding back and forth, the flesh hard and demanding as it tried to force its way inside her mouth. She kept her mouth closed, but the cock was relentless, forever pushing into her lips as they were forced to open just wide enough until the thick and round head of a cock slipped into her unwilling mouth. Monika no longer able to stop it as it forced its way past her teeth and into her gaping mouth. It filled her suddenly, going deeper until it banged against the back of her throat, her tongue forced down to the bottom of her mouth, a thick cock holding it pinned. She could feel a pair of heavy balls slapping against her nose, prickly hairs tickling her face, Monika only imagining how he must be, kneeling over her face, his cock splitting her lips apart. Or who it might be.

He stroked his cock in and out of her mouth, her oval lips curled around the shaft almost lovingly, a tight band that slid up and down with each thrust.

The cock continued to shove deep into her mouth, slamming hard against her throat with each powerful thrust, making Monika gag, afraid of it being forced into the tightness of her throat. She surrendered as the fingers returned to her pussy, stretching as they plunged deep into her deserted pussy, igniting the lust in her again. She began to tongue the cock, swirling her tongue around the thrusting prick, acceptance of what they were doing to her. This is what she begged for, groaning heavily around the thickness that split her lips apart and pounded into her mouth. Her tongue explored every inch of it as it shoved in and out, Monika trying to discover whose cock was possessing her mouth. It was hard and thick, but it could be any of them. She began to suck the cock deeper into her mouth, her efforts increasing as she gave into the lustful sensations that she began to crave.

Another sound of a zipper being pulled down, then her mouth was left vacant, her tongue searching for a cock to pleasure. It was only seconds until a cock returned, her mouth opened wide in welcome, her lips split as the full measure of a thick cock entered her more than willing mouth. Her tongue lavished such attention on it, from the thick, plum-like head, down the shaft to explore the thick veins that bulged from the side, all trying to determine its owner. But it did little to reveal the owner, both of the cocks could be the same, or maybe different. All she knew was that they were both demanding, cum leaking into her mouth with each stroke. This went on for long minutes, before it happened again, the hiss of a zipper, her mouth vacated, only to be filled in seconds with another cock.

The fingers were driving another orgasm from her body, her mouth used so submissively giving her the needed lust to cum again for them. She sucked the cock with abandonment, the cocks moving out, Monika never knowing who it was inside her. But she sucked with gratitude, her tongue lashing out at the thick helmet of the cock as it leaked into her mouth. She knew he was ready to explode, his heavily laden balls slapping so erotically against her nose with each powerful thrust.

The cock in her mouth increased the speed and depth of the strokes into her mouth, sure that she would choke on the penetrating cock. Her clit was attacked with a vengeance, the only thing needed to drive the necessary orgasm from her body. She came all over the fingers that masturbated her, feeling the cock in her mouth begin to swell in anticipation of cumming. She waited, not sure if it would pull out, but it stayed deep inside her mouth. She felt the ropey cum spurt in endless streams into her throat, Monika desperately trying to swallow the abundant crème. Each time another gush of thick, white milky cum spewed into her throat, Monika struggling not to choke on the pasty fluids, the burning fluids slowly filling her belly. There was one last spasm, a small jet that she swallowed before the cock began to deflate in her mouth. She sucked softly on the shrinking prick, just as Michael required of her, bathing it clean of the salty cum until it slipped out of her lips, already gaining back its semi-hardness.