Peter Jensen - The Captive Bride

Hans' cock stiffened into even greater hardness when he felt her begin to writhe beneath him. He knew it would only be moments until she would be begging for it… the drug was slowly taking effect, insidiously transforming the delectable blonde's low muted protests into low groans of pleasure.

Her continuous uplifting movements only enveloped the gardener's blood-engorged penis deeper up between her voluptuously formed breasts. He thrust back and forth feverishly, increasing the speed of his strokes, his mind reeling with overpowering excitement… nothing else mattered but sinking his lust-knotted hardness up between her warmly enclosing mounds. He'd waited a lifetime for something like this and all else was forgotten… he didn't hear Olaf's voice urging him on, nor was he aware of his own animalistic groans of pleasure as he kneaded the soft roundness of her breasts with impatient hands he no longer controlled.

"Shit," he sighed, looking down to see tight wedges of flesh protruding in white bloodless ridges between his straining fingers. His head dropped to one berry-like nipple and he began nibbling hungrily on it.

"Ooooooh, God, God -" the young bride cried out. She felt Hans begin a slow rocking motion over her that built quickly into a lewd crescendo of wild fucking…

Without even knowing it, she began rocking her hips back and forth almost imperceptibly in time to the gardener's skewering motions between her breasts. Beneath the twisting weight of his hips, she could feel his sperm-filled balls slapping harshly against the flat plain of her stomach. He fucked into the long hollow between the lush moonlike mounds faster, faster, faster; sweat poured down his arms and into his tightly clasping palms, moistening the deep valley between her breasts… and all at once he felt his pent-up sperm rushing from his aching balls and down the length of his frantically ejaculating cock.

The gardener's crazily jerking penis shot its white hot cum-streams in violent spurts up her full heaving mounds like a geyser exploding between two soft hillocks. The wild gusts of seething sperm splashed obscenely on Becky's chin, and rivuleted in oozing white pools on her neck and Adam's apple, flowing over her shoulders and down her back.

The young blonde fell back against the mattress in exhaustion as the gardener's satiated body pulled away from her. She watched as he stumbled up from the bed and turned to Olaf.

"She's all yours."

"Shit," Olaf said. "I thought I'd seen everything, but I never seen someone get it between the tits like that."

"Each to his own," the gardener said.

"Now, let me show you what it's like to really give it to her," the Swede began grappling out of his clothes.

Becky Thompson gazed with drug-glazed eyes at the huge form of Olaf Jorgensen. So far she'd managed to contain the forbidden ecstasy that rippled like lightning up between her defenselessly exposed thighs, but she didn't know how much longer she could hold herself back. The drug was gradually breaking down her resistance – gradually making her aware that she wanted to respond to every depraved thing they did to her helpless body.

"This time we're gonna take her from behind," big Olaf smiled with a lewd twinkle in his eye.

"You mean… fuck her up the ass?" the gardener had pulled on his pants and sat down at the foot of the bed to watch.

"You bet," said the Swede.

Olaf's words drummed through Becky's mind like the echoing voice of doom. He couldn't mean it! It couldn't be true! "You… wh-what are you going to do?"

"Just relax and enjoy it," the hotel clerk said, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling out of his pants which he then dropped on the floor.

He sat beside her, holding his desire-hardened cock in one hand while he caressed her soft white thighs with the other. Becky shifted her weight on the mattress, but his fingers dug painfully into the resilient thigh-flesh, and she stopped.

"Now, up on your knees, baby," he said.

She looked across at Olafs heavily swollen penis clasped in his hand and almost swooned… it was huge! He would split her in two! Hans had humiliated her, had shamelessly fucked her up between her breasts, but the hotel clerk meant to sink this thing into her rectum… The young blonde's random thoughts dwelled for a moment on the way Schneider had raped her earlier that evening. God… she'd suffered so much degradation already, but she knew she had an equally torturous distance to go before the night ended.

"I guess I'll have to help, you," the Swede said, and began to twist her trembling body over onto her stomach. She went limp, and he forced her up on her knees, placing his hands under her hips to lift her firmly rounded buttocks high in the air.

"Man, what an ass," he looked down at the twin white mounds beckoning to him in the soft torch light. The bed creaked and groaned as he sank down onto it with all his weight. The captive bride moaned as she felt him draw his thickly muscled body behind her, the hair on his legs brushing against the quivering backs of her thighs as he knelt and fondled her trembling ass-cheeks in his hands.

Olaf reached down between her knees to draw her legs even farther apart. Then he slid his palms up again to her upraised buttocks, kneading the young flesh harshly and spreading the heels of his hands outward to stretch her rounded ass-cheeks wider until it felt as though something would snap. "Aaaaarrrgg," she groaned, undulating her uplifted buttocks in an attempt to ease out of the painful position.

Becky felt something wet dart into the straining exposed crevice-flesh between her legs… moving wetly up toward her back and then down again over the tiny puckered ring of her anus toward her vagina. It slithered moistly upward again, sending an electrifying shock through her spine, finally seating itself at the tiny elastic opening of her defenseless rectum.

It was his tongue!

Becky jerked, attempting to fling herself from the bed, but his fingers dug deeper and deeper into her cringing flesh, preventing her from moving out of his grasp. "Oh God, God," she moaned as his gripping thumbs sank just outside the tight rubbery anal hole and gently pulled the opening apart. She felt Olaf's tongue sink in, probing deeper and deeper. The invading wetness pulled out and teasingly circled around the tight nether ring, lubricating it for his next entry.

Cool cellar air rushed down her anal crevice when he finally pulled his mouth away. Becky relaxed for a minute until she felt the tip of his extended middle finger probing painfully at the tight rectal passage. "Ooooohhh," she sighed, clenching her tiny puckered anus as closely together as she could to escape the deeper penetration she feared was coming. "Uuuuuugh," she groaned again, as the Swede tightened his grip on her hip with his free hand and sunk his outstretched finger up to the first knuckle.

"What a goddamn tight little asshole," he exclaimed.

"You sure you ain't hurting her?" the gardener said from the foot of the bed.

"I'm not gonna hurt her," Olafs eyes drifted smokily across the young bride's body. "I'm just; gonna fuck her."

"She sure looks tight," the gardener observed.

Becky relaxed slightly; the pain was not quite so bad as she'd expected… not as bad as it could have been if she hadn't been drugged beforehand… and a wave of masochistic pleasure swept devilishly through her loins at the sadistic way he was using her.

His middle finger slipped out of her anus with a lewd sucking sound, and her whole body shook as she felt another blunt pressure at the tiny puckered rectal ring.

"Just let it ease in slowly, honey, don't get tight and scared," said the Swede, "or it'll hurt."

"You, y-you can't do that… no, no you can't!" she cried as she suddenly realized his long hard cock had replaced his finger and was probing at her defenseless rectum.