Opal Andrews - The chamber of pleasures

A long sigh escaped her throat and she went limp once more.

He sank forward to cushion his groin against the firm softness of her divided cheeks, holding himself within her for a moment. Letting her grow accustomed to it. Waiting for her anus to flower open in total flaccid submission and acceptance.

Pulling slowly, he eased it back out of her. She moaned, humping up her buttocks as if reluctant to let it go, fearing the pain of its withdrawal; But he did not pull the crown of it from her, and he pushed the long thick shaft again into her.

This time he did not stop until her buttocks flinched from his tickling pubic hair. He was firmly and deeply entrenched in her.

Then, with increasing fervor, he began to fuck her ass.

"Uh… unhh… unnhhh… ah… Uh… Ahhh… ummm…" A constant stream of groans and gasps flowed from her throat as he sawed into her.

There were four people present, and four people knew when it no longer burned her. Knew when she realized, with a strange sensation, that it was almost… nice! That it was… nice… that it was good… that he had won.

She… her bottom… her bottom wanted… she wanted it.

And even the thought brought the fluid raining down into her virginal pussy, the normal hollow of her body that Erik left sealed, ignored.

She began to move. Wagging her hips from side to side, she grunted and pushed with her bound hands against the bed's legs, leaning back and forth in movements that pulled him nearly all the way from her and then sank him in once more to the hilt of his fleshy sword. She was aware of his hands, gripping her more and more tightly. Of their hot sweatiness, slipping on her equally sweaty flanks. Of the ebullient expansion of his blood-gorged penis, deep within her back.

There was no longer any pain, none whatever.

Only delight and mounting desire and ecstasy.

"Ah… ah… AN!" the naked girl was grunting, moving beneath his driving body.

The swollen shaft thrust like a pile-driver into the moist crevice snuggled between her wide-spread buttocks. He had impaled her deeply, and now she had responded, and she was open to him, open and willing. He began to jerk his hips, wagging his as she did hers. Their movements ground his cock around within the deep cleavage of her ass.

There was a final expansion that made her gasp, a final lunge that seemed to push up against the bottom of her belly from within.

And then the storm came. A tidal wave of hot sticky semen rolled in, precipitated by she herself with her own tantalizing movements. It hurtled hot and wet up into her intestines, and she felt every jetting spurt and stream and drop of it. After he had shot his storm into her, she refused to release his emptied organ, keeping it securely clamped up her back with a tense locking of her muscles. Her thighs quivered with the strain.

His hand moved over her side, inward to the soft prominence of her genital bulge. He tickled his way through a golden copse of pubic hair. Found the pulsing little node of flesh just at the top of that long tight slit. He had not stroked it ten seconds when she came explosively, shuddering throughout her twitching body.

"A-a-a-a-hhhh yeeessssss!" she screamed, hot and wet and contracting in orgasmic ecstasy.

Slowly he eased his brown-streaked and limp prick from her back. She lay still, utterly limp, spent and sated and bathed in sensual afterglow. Miles had abandoned her thick-nippled breasts. I stood there biting my lip, dripping wet inside and hot and hating her and envying her with every screaming cell of my body.

Erik kissed each of her quivering ass-cheeks, gestured, and we released the cords that bound her to the bed. She lay still, snuggling down into the sheet when I pulled the pillows from beneath her.

"I… love… you…" she gasped out into the sheet, as the three of us returned upstairs.

How long has it been since Lois made that entry!

Lois! I don't know whether I like their deciding to make entries FOR me In MY diary or not, but… not this time. It's me again. Tory. You know Tory, diary dear. She's the woman that grew out of that stupid child, Victoria Marie Oldenkamp.

Victoria Marie, like her parents, is dead.

There's just Tory, and it wasn't really Aunt Isobel that created Tory, but Erik.

Well, all right… Erik AND Miles, AND Lois.

Let's see. Write about today, and yesterday, or write about then, in the dungeon? Hmm. I may as well finish that up and pretend this diary's been kept up to date, I suppose. Let's see… It's been a while since the days… and nights… in what Lois called Erik's "dungeon". I guess it was a dungeon, at that. Or is.

Let me just sit here and think and pick up the narrative from where Lois left off. It may be a little skimpy in places, but it won't be skimpy in the S*E*X parts!

Well. So as Lois was saying: So they all went upstairs, leaving me lying there half asleep, deliciously sated and warm and cozy and happy, soft as a kitten, with my rectal passage full of Erik's semen. Full of it and leaking it; I felt it tickling its way out of me a few minutes after they went upstairs.

I lay there and began thinking, and I did a lot of it. Thinking. Then I got up and went back to the toilet in the rear of that dungeon. So much for Erik's seminal gift:fluuush!… and down the old drain. I returned to inspect my prison. A couple of chairs. A rollaway bed… looking at it made me shiver! Hooks in the walls, and rings, for chains and manacles. I did a lot of thinking while I explored, toying with a long, long whip I picked up, and I didn't even bother going up to try the door.

I tore up the sheet off the bed-I mean TORE it, all to RAGS, and made my self a sort of toga out of it. I thought it was also cute and appropriate to make myself a sort of belt out of a piece of rope. Then, holding the whip and a chunk of wood with a lo-o-ong needle imbedded in it, I started waiting for them to come back down. By then I had decided.

Of course I had loved it. I was admitting that to myself right then. It was glorious, feeling that big hot thing gliding in and out of my back, filling me all full, and then feeling it shoot hot juice into me, way up into my bowels. And then having his fingers on me, making me come to an explosive climax in just NO time, I was so stirred up. And Miles' hands and mouth had been more than lovely on my breasts, too.

But.

They had still made me a prisoner, and raped me, and none of it was with my consent or anything even approaching it.

Like it or not, good for you or not, if you're any kind of human being you don't take that sort of thing!

So I got the whip and the needle-mounted-in-a wooden-grip, and I went back into the little sort of hallway leading to the toilet, which was in a cubicle under the steps. I waited.

They sent her down with food. I felt very confident. I could certainly handle a girl! So I watched Lois descend the steps with the little basket of goodies for the prisoner, and when she had taken about ten steps, she stopped stock still. She'd seen I was not there.

She turned.

That's when I lashed out with that long whip! I had the satisfaction of seeing first dismay and shock, then pain on, her face when that long strip of thin leather cracked across her legs and spun twice around her, with loud slapslapslap! sounds.

"Ayaaa-a-aii-ayagghhh!"

Then I yanked the whip.

The basket went down and so did Lois. I was already rushing her. She was groaning, wriggling around, trying to get that tight-wrapped whip from around her shapely legs. It had coiled about them just above the tops of the high-heeled boots she wore, and again around her upper thighs. I rushed to the attack while she plucked at it, moaning.

"Say a word, one word," I gritted, staring viciously down at her, "and I'll stab this thing clear through one of those tight little boobs of yours. Yes, I know that's what it's for!"