“Impressive,” he said. “Would a real animal have given her so much pleasure? Could be an interesting experiment…”
“No, please. You can’t be serious,” I pleaded. “I draw the line somewhere, and bestiality is definitely out. Leave it to the pages of the under-the-counter-books. It’s too damn scary. I’d do anything else. You can do anything to me, but not that.”
“Anything?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
So, anything it became.
I sucked men’s cocks. Strange how every single one not only tastes but feels different. You know, the texture of the skin, the geography of foreskins, absent or stretched, the topography of bulging veins against the tongue. After an hour or so, my jaw ached and the bulging members all became a blur. For all I know, they could even have slipped the dog in between the parade of men and I might not have noticed. Smell of skin, talcum, cologne, sweat, urine, they all merged as I sucked away like an automaton. They all came in my mouth, different flavours ranging from acrid to sickening, sweetish to bitter. I’ve never liked the taste of men’s come and every time forced myself to swallow it without allowing my tongue to linger on the taste, for fear of gagging. Some were thick, others were long. They filled my mouth and swelled unconscionably until there was nowhere for them to expand further and I had to control my breathing lest I choke. Hard as steel, soft as gristle, pliant, rough, bent, odorous, I can tell you stories of cocks, evoke their gaudy geography in all shades of disgust.
Finally, they tired of my mouth and I knew that none of the penises I had milked had been my lover’s.
They sat me in a chair, legs apart as always and lathered my groin, before shaving my wonderful curls away, leaving me absolutely bare, my open gash like a red wound between my thighs. Every one present lined up to lick me clean, men and women, few of them were as good as the dog. I became very wet but didn’t come. Had no energy left for it, I thought.
I was then unshackled and made to bend over, hands and knees to the rough floor, while alien objects were inserted inside me, forced through my openings, twisted relentlessly inside me until it became painful and I had to beg them to stop.
They took the cloth away from my eyes at long last, and I saw the hall in all its faded grey glory and my lover sitting in front of me in the same chair I had been summarily shaved on. I was instructed to keep my head high as he lowered his trousers and began slowly masturbating while every man present took his turn fucking me from behind under the attentive gaze of my lover. He never lowered his eyes once; neither did I as they all pounded into me, tearing at my increasingly bruised opening, alternatively releasing their hot spend inside my vagina or quickly disengaging themselves from me before spurting over my back, like in a bad porno movie.
I never saw what any of them looked like.
My lover controlled his jerking off to the rhythm of the men penetrating me, never allowing himself to orgasm. At last, they had all taken their turn, I was still on my knees, come streaking down the back of my thighs and drying all over my back and buttocks, my lover signalled someone standing behind me. This beautiful tall woman with flowing dark auburn hair walked across to him, pulled up the scarlet silk evening gown she was wearing, turned round so she was facing me and lowered herself onto his cock. I wanted to look away, but I knew they wouldn’t let me and anyway I was fascinated. His thick cock parted her plump lips. I briefly noticed she sported a small golden ring in one of her labia, her pubic hair was dyed dark red and she sported a tattoo of a penis between her navel and cunt. He entered her and she took him into her up to the hilt, the spectacle of her cunt fading into his thick bush assaulting my senses as she began heaving herself up and down on him. I became transfixed by the spectacle of their lovemaking, hypnotized by the junction of their sexes and the white juice that appeared to emanate from her and accumulated in a thin layer at the base of his cock. As I watched the two of them, someone behind me brutally inserted a finger in my anus, then another, forcing the sphincter muscles apart.
“She’s not quite ready,” a man remarked.
I was pulled up from the floor and made to squat. In this position, my sex gaped wide open.
In front of me, my lover and the tall woman disengaged. His seed was spilling out of her cunt. She ordered him to clean her and he lowered himself to the ground and began licking his own come out of her body. As he obediently did this, she fixed me in the eyes and said:
“Empty yourself.”
I didn’t get it.
I looked puzzled.
One of the men who had fucked me earlier brought a chamber pot around and placed it under my squatting buttocks.
“There,” she said. “You’ll have to make some space in there, whore. Empty yourself.”
I lowered myself onto the chamber pot, but the man next to me pulled me up and indicated I was not allowed to sit and had to do the deed while only supported by my heels. Again, he took my hands and bound them behind my back, which made equilibrium even more problematic.
“Hurry up, bitch. We haven’t got all day,” the woman shouted at me.
I was beyond humiliation. I tightened my stomach muscles, applied all the pressure I could muster on my bowels, pushed, held my breath, and managed to force some meagre faecal matter out of my arse. It dropped the requisite two feet into the bowl. I pushed again with all my might and two further mini-parcels of shit extruded themselves out. They pulled me away. For one moment, I feared they might want me to eat it. I had said I would do anything. I was made to bend over with my bum high in the air and my lover, my gentle lover, my dark lover licked my cleft clean.
Gently he then applied some cold cream to my anal aperture and slipped a finger in to test the elasticity.
“This is going to hurt, my love,” he whispered in my ear as he spread the cream around the rim of my arsehole and forced some inside.
I knew what was coming.
Again they covered my eyes and my hands were tied to the pulleys and raised upwards. Another man shackled my feet to another set of ropes and these were gradually pulled up so that I was now suspended in the air, a few feet from the ground, quite horizontal, my whole body outstretched to all poles. A nude spread-eagled magician’s assistant, with both supports and all my varied private apertures fully visible to the congregated audience.
I heard furtive movements underneath me. Preparations for the next ordeal.
Both my wrists and ankles were beginning to hurt, bearing the weight of my whole body. Then, they allowed the ropes holding me up to slack and I was slowly lowered to the floor. Not quite all the way. Once I was a foot or so from the ground, my buttocks made contact with the rigidly erect penis of a man. My horizontal descent was halted and I felt a woman’s fingers – I knew because of her long, sharp nails digging into my flesh – pull my cheeks apart and test the lowering resistance of my anal opening now smothered with lubricating cream. The cock digging against me was manoeuvred towards my hole, directed toward its entrance like an arrow and the ropes loosened again and I was instantly impaled on the expectant penis. It hurt like hell. Felt as if my whole body was being torn apart from its very centre, excruciating agony spreading out in concentric circles, radiating outward like the sheer fires of hell. I’m sure I screamed. I can’t remember. And then the man began moving inside me, up and down and up and down again and again and every outward movement felt as if my very bowels were being pulled all the way out of my body with pincers. Inside my arse, I could feel his member growing, expanding with the relentless inevitability of an exploding galaxy, pounding against the inner walls, sliding remorselessly deeper towards my heart, abetted by the lubricating cream. I could feel the lips of my sex, just a few inches above the unholy junction of my arsehole and the cock, gape wide open with every successive thrust of the guy inside me. Then, another man positioned himself, straddled me, I could faintly detect the musky odour of his sweat, more hot, warm flesh pressed against my cunt opening and swiftly moved in, brushing the still tender lips apart, which stretched as they were could offer no resistance. I had two men inside me. They found their rhythm and through the pain, I listened to my lust rising. Further hands began manipulating my nipples, twisting, pinching, pulling at them. Fingers and unknown objects roamed my exposed body. My mouth was pulled open and another cock inserted. And then a second one.
Truly fucked.
All my cavities explored.
