Opal Andrews - The chamber of pleasures

"Show her, Lois."

I showed her. Miles wore his crotchless tights, and I knelt in front of him as Erik had instructed before we woke her up. Miles' phallic weapon was hardly in a state of erection, but I swiftly remedied that. My tongue licked down the shaft until I let him feel it creeping into the tenderly hair at its base, laying his testicles. I sucked at those semen-swollen globes, then my tongue swooped, curled, licked, loving the shaft I had moistened. It rose, and rose, and rose, until it was delightfully long and hard. (Or menacingly so, in her eyes!)

I heard her gasp behind me, and it made me smile.

I ate him then, sliding my mouth and face up and down the big throbbing red pole of his sex until my forehead and strained, tautened cheeks glistened with sweat from my exertions. My red hair tickled his thighs. I knew enough to stop, kissing the big engorged tip of his circumcised organ, just before he was ready to erupt into me like an angry and sex-starved bull. He groaned at being abandoned just at the point of climax, but that was the agreement.

I eased back, letting his long, swollen, red cock trail out of my mouth.

I rose and turned to smile at her… while Miles fondled the bare breasts thrusting out of my black body-stocking. Oh, her face! It was full of shock and horror.

"The only recompense I request," Erik told her, "is that you treat me precisely as Lois just treated Miles. I covet that pretty mouth of yours, Tory, all wide and so full of lower lip. It was made for sucking cocks."

She was speechless.

But after a time she regained the power of speech and railed at him: "Monster! I wouldn't dream of touching your obscene thing!"

"Then it will have to be the whipping," he said quietly, as calmly as ever.

"You… I… you wouldn't dare!"

"Release her from the chair, Miles."

Miles did, not without making her suck in a very sharp breath by passing his hand across the bulge of one full firm breast. She looked down at herself, as though noticing for the first time her partial exposure. Her indrawn breath was a little sob. She looked up at Erik with eyes that were more imploring than angry.

"Please-pull my blouse together." Her half-bare titties trembled and quivered.

Erik stepped forward, set his hands to her riven blouse, and jerked the edges wider apart. Both cups of her bra were exposed, along with the beautiful white bulges above them and the deep dark crease in the center. The flesh quivered like jelly with her mortified breathing.

"Oooooh! Monster! Sex maniacs! Stop this!"

Miles pulled her to her feet, hurting her of course, for he pulled one arm and her wrists were still linked behind her back. He had to hold her, very tightly, while Erik unbuckled her belt. Unzipping her pants, he drew them down her quivering thighs and tensing, full calves. She screamed and tossed her head and did her best to jerk free. A knee came rushing up at Erik; he side-stepped, batting it aside with one hand, and he slapped her. She was hurled into a startled silence.

"You… you…"

"… slapped you, yes," Erik said off-handedly, and the three of us tugged off her pants. Now her torn shirt hung in two ragged halves down her front, leaving bare a strip of flesh between, displaying her beautifully formed belly with its shallow navel. She wore black nylon briefs that matched her bra, and I saw that the mound of her pubis was very pronounced. She kept her legs clamped firmly together.

Erik took his seat in the chair. He tapped his thighs. "Right here," he said.

"No-o-o-ohh!"

She struggled, twisting and turning and trying desperately to wrestle with Miles, even though her wrists were well secured. I watched her and sighed, making my own rosy-nippled breasts, quite bare, rise and come shuddering down with the movement.

Miles forced her forward across Erik's thighs. He laid an arm on her back to hold her there while all three of us looked down at the plump upthrust of those round buttocks, thrusting hard at the fabric of her briefs.

"No-o-o-… please! I'll…"

Erik was regarding the lovely targets. He began by swinging a side-armed blow that made his open hand cup the very bases of the girl's plump white buttocks, just where they flowed out of her briefs to round down into her soft, tight-fleshed thighs. She squealed and jerked, squeezing the panty-covered, quivering hills together. She whimpered out a little moan.

"That's one," I said.

Erik slapped the enticing round rump twice again in the same manner, making his hand go craaack! against her jiggling cheeks. He paused, arm raised, to watch while the two black-clad hemispheres tightened in anticipation of his next slap. She writhed, but his left hand on her back held her fast. Her fingers twisted and turned, grasping at nothing as they were bound on her back above the sudden up-rushing mounds of her rump.

"Aa-a-a-aaaaa-a-a-ah… so-o-o… ha-arrd!"

Slowly, her cheeks began to relax; the silly girl probably thought that was all she would receive! I could see her buttocks edging apart within the tight black panties.

Grinning, Erik slapped the left cheek six times in swift succession. The girl lurched across his thighs and made a little throaty sound, a choked-off cry. I knew she hated to cry out; to announce her pain and humiliation only added to her embarrassment. The slaps were loud in the stone room.

His hand shot up and down, smacking still again onto her helplessly-flinching, jiggling flesh. Her eyes streamed sudden tears of pain and humiliation and misery.

"Stop… sto-o-oOP! You can't… can't DO this!"

Naturally she expected still another slap to her untouched left hindcheek, and naturally Erik swatted it once again, making the demiglobe jerk and jiggle. Then he put all his strength into a blow with his palm slightly cupped to slap the other cheek, hard.

"Ow-w-w-w-wwwwwow!"

SLAP! Again the big hand descended on jiggling, red-blazing hillocks.

That was a dozen, and that was my cue.

"She's faking," I said coldly. "She can't feel it, even, through those silly black panties. They're like armor!"

"My God!" she cried, jerking violently so that Erik had to grasp her side to keep her from wriggling off onto the floor. She was like a lovely, slippery eel on his thighs, and I was sure he must by now have a tremendous erection.

"No!" she shouted, trying to look around and up at him. "No no no no no-o-o-o-oo no!"

She cringed, moaning, when his fingers slipped beneath the snug little elastic band to touch her bare flesh beneath. She jerked violently when he stroked her up-surging cheek. Then he laid hold of the snug nylon and pulled. She screeched and kicked her legs until I thought she'd injure herself.

But Erik peeled her panties slowly and carefully down to bare a beautiful rump, gloriously fleshy and firm-looking, snowy white except for the reddening finger marks here and there on the gentle curves…

Erik slapped her naked rump. Again. Again, his palm descending right across the deep crease that separated them, turning the perfect globe of her bottom into two lovely hemispheres. She kicked and flailed and squealed, and suddenly I grinned, seeing the pale blonde fur on her sweet little slit, below the moons he tormented with his hard-falling palm. Didn't she have sense enough to know that she was displaying her closely-guarded sexpot when she kicked and jerked her legs?

Smiling, he slapped twice again, deliberately and slowly, cupping the cheeks. We knew that heat was filling the girl's rump, easing up into her quivering body. The heightening scarlet of her rump-cheeks was proof enough of that. Her white white breasts were spilling two-thirds out of her bra as she hung over his leg with her arms drawn back and hooked together.

The prints of his fingers were clearly visible on the left hemisphere, although on the right one they had spread and joined to form a lovely rose hue.