Seduction 36

Seduction 36

FLO is staring at me when I can focus again.  My body is still hurting, but the sensation of such a violent orgasm is also still making me vibrate with pleasure. 

“You are amazing!” she says, her finger under my chin.  “Worth every penny I paid for you!”

A man walks into the room with a sheaf of paper in his hand.  He hands the papers to FLO. 

FLO reads them, page by page.

Suddenly she looks at me.  “Release her!” she commands someone.  The implements of sadism are withdrawn from my opening.  The hook in my behind is removed.  I am placed upright on my feet.  My hands are untied.

“Get Misty on the phone,” she tells someone.

I hear FLO talking with what I presume is Misty.  She is facing away from me, so I am not sure what is said.  From her intonation, I suspect that FLO is negotiating price for my services. 

They are still talking when I am guided into a sumptuous adjoining restroom complete with exercise and bathing facilities.  There I am shown where the towels and soaps are. 

My shower feels wonderful. 

When I step out, a woman is there to dry me, and help me with my hair, and to help me dress.  She treats me with great deference.  My clothes have even been pressed.

Once dressed and coiffed, I am taken directly to the airport via helicopter.  Exhausted, I sleep most of the way home. 

Despite their lustful braggadocio on the flight here, not one of the men even mention having sex with me!

The next day, My Andrea deposits a hundred thousand dollars into my account! 

“Things are going far better than I thought they would.  It is now time to start breeding you.  We need to talk about how many children we want.”  Her eyes are twinkling.  “Or we could just keep you barefoot and preggers until we decide we have enough!”  She laughs as she slaps my bum.

“FLO was very impressed by you last night, by the way, especially when she found out that you are trained in self protection and being a body guard.  She wants you to be her bodyguard when she is out of country from here on out.  I told her yes, so long as our nightly fee is observed.”

Andrea giggled as she watched my face.  “A hundred thousand a night, straight out of Uncle Sam’s coffers every night she has you in her bed, or gets to play with you!  This is working out really well!”

I wondered if Capital Hill pays that much for their women.  Obviously the White House does.

Seduction 35

Seduction 35

FLO flips a switch on the machine.  The phallus that is pumping me starts to vibrate.  The thickness is going in and out of me about once every four seconds.  The vibrations feel much like the Sybian Machine that had given me such strong orgasms on the night that the fifty men had sampled me. 

FLO watches my quivering shuddering body as it is assaulted by the thick dildo ramming.  She turns the dial again. 

The vibrations become stronger. 

She moves to a point where she can watch my body as it is pistoned as I hang there by the hook in my anus, and my bound arms.  How can I like this?  Enjoy this?  How can I feel as turned on as I do?

I hear her chuckle.  I feel her hand caress my buttocks.  Her hand moves to the valley that separates my buttocks.  I feel what can only be her finger as it slides into my anal opening. 

How can it feel good when another person sticks something inside that portal?  Her finger caresses my inside.  Her finger thoroughly investigates the hook that is inside me.  Her fingers feel every bit as good as Shon’s member did.

“The steel hook is making you gap, baby!  I can sick a couple of fingers up you back there, no problem!”  She laughs.  She is enjoying me.  This world famous woman is enjoying me!  She is enjoying doing carnal things to every part of my body. 

I feel her hand on my cheeks again.  Then suddenly she swats my ass.  ‘WHACK’

She swats it again.  And again. 

Her hand smacking me isn’t exactly painful.  But it definitely gets my attention!  The sting from her hand begins to make me want to feel it again. 

Every couple of whacks she caresses my cheeks.  Periodically she inserts a finger or two into my bottom.

“I can feel that big fuck stick vibrating and penetrating you, Dani.  It feels exciting, knowing that you are letting me do these things to your body!” she confides, throaty excitement in her voice. Her voice becomes a bit dreamy.  “A beautiful white woman letting me, a black woman, defile her perfect body in obscene, lewd ways!”  Just to prove it to herself, FLO pinched my nipple viciously.

The sensation went directly to my clittie, like a delicious lightening bolt between my nipple and my freshening cunnie.

I hear a door open.

I see a man I have not seen before walk past in front of me, then join FLO watching my private parts being rammed.

He sticks his far thicker fingers in beside the hook.  He thrusts his fingers in and out for a while.  I look back to see that he has an erection in his trousers.  A perfect stranger is finger fucking my rear whore’s hole!

FLO walks in front of me with a thick belt in her right hand.  She moves in close to me.  My head is between her breasts.  Her breasts are not large, and look as if they have had children nursing on them.  They appear fairly deflated, used up.  She fetches one from her blouse and presses her nipple against my lips.

I open my mouth.  She inserts her nipple.  “Suck my tit!” she commands me.  “Suck it hard and hold my nipple in your mouth with your teeth while you suck.”  Her voice is hard, merciless, utterly dominant.

As I begin to suckle, I feel the belt slam across my butt cheek. 

Then again on the other cheek.  FLO alternates between my reddening cheeks as she belts me.

I hold her nipple in my teeth as she has commanded me.   I do my best to suck hard.  The blows get harder and harder until I realize that I have suddenly clamped down on her fleshy dark nipple . . . really hard. 

FLO shudders. 

‘Is she cumming?’  I wonder.  ‘Can she cum just by dominating me?  Do I have that power over her?’  I grin as visions of forbidden fun flood my consciousness.

Her shuddering slows, then stops.  She pants for a few moments.  “Incredible.” she murmurs.

She looks me directly in my eyes.  “Just for that you’re going to have your fucking cunt belted,” she says evenly.  Her eyes are feral, cruel, unforgiving.

Her words weren’t a question, they were a warning, a ‘Get ready for what I am going to do to you, slut!’ warning.

I continue to suckle hard on her tittie.  Her nipple is rock hard. 

FLO moves slightly sideways.  I turn my head as she moves.  I continue to bite her nipple.

I see her raise the belt.

This time the leather strikes me squarely on my tingling, very moist cunnilips.

The pain is enormous, but instead of screaming in pain, I scream in soaring ecstasy!  I cum so hard that the world greys.  My whole body stiffens as my whore’s hole clenches and shudders for the longest time.

Seduction 34

Seduction 34

With a soft click, the lights come on.  I can’t see a thing; my eyes are fully dilated from the darkness. 

I hear someone’s soft steps. 

“Oh!  MY!  She is gorgeous!” someone says.

I feel a hand on my butt, a soft caressing movement that seems to admire the curve of my buttock, naked under my miniskirt.

A finger slowly caresses my anus. 

“That hook is buried right in there deep, isn’t it, my pet?”

A finger enters my bunny hole. 

“It’s still vibrating nicely!” the voice says.  “She’s really wet!”

The finger withdraws.

A hand fondles my breasts through the fabric of my top.  My nipples are pulled, then rolled.  Two hands crush my boobs.

“Don't think she’s had a boob job.  Incredible ta-tas . . . for being the real thing.  And no piercings or anything that I can see, other than Misty’s brand on her behind.” 

I can almost see now.  But they are behind me.

The gentlest of touches traces my bunny lips. 

“Smooth!  Soft and smooth, just the way I like them!  Misty told me she was gorgeous, but I had no idea just how beautiful her body would be.” 

The woman moves to stand directly in front of me.  It is the person that the head bodyguard said it would be.  Face to face.  I can’t believe it.  She looks better than she does on television, and taller than I remember.  Her eyes hold mine, peering into my soul. 

I am trussed and penetrated and stuffed, and this incredibly famous woman, is looking me straight in the eyes. 

Her hand caresses my cheek.  “Dani, is it?”

I nod, my eyes holding hers. 

We stare at each other for a few more moments.  I feel a sense of trust growing in my heart.

She puts her hand behind my head, pulls me forward, and kisses me.  She releases me and I swing back to where I was.  The hook buried my anus reminds me that it is there.

“Dani,” she says again, as though testing it on her tongue.  “Dani . . . I like that.”

She walks back around to stand behind me.  Her fingers touch me on my bunny again.  Soft, gentle caresses, tracing my lips, then caressing the sensitive skin just beside them.

“Take that egg out of her and let’s see how she does with the pistoning prick fucking her.”

Someone I can’t see delves into me.  I feel fingers slipping past the egg, hooking it, then pulling it out of my bunny hole.  The pain of their knuckles makes me gasp.

I feel myself being moved a bit.  I hear something being pulled behind me.  I feel something cold against my bunny lips.  Somebody’s fingers slip inside me, spreads me open, then I feel the head of whatever it is sliding into my opening. 

It feels huge.  Far thicker than Jon, or Shon, or any of the fifty men that used me that night.

A motor makes a sound and I feel the thick thing move deeper into me.  Then withdraw, then enter me again.

Each time it enters me, it goes farther in.  I feel it . . . going deeper . . . and deeper, until I begin to wonder just how deep my vagina can possibly be. 

Seduction 33

Seduction 33

I lose count of how many different people give me a cavity check, fiddle with my brands, and crush my boobies to make sure they are real.  They frisk me over and over, everywhere.  The men are fascinated by my hairless bunny bump.  My boobs are sore by the time they finally let me go down the hallway leading toward the elevator. 

The Boss guy keeps his hand on my butt the whole way.  He tells me several times that I have a really firm and supple ass. 

Each time I thank him, as though it is the first time he said it.

In the elevators he frisks his fingers across my bunny lips, as though he can’t believe that I am so exposed and accessible.

When the elevator door opens, another man is standing there. 

He goes through the same searches and frisks that the other guys did.  I am thoroughly lubed by then, believe me. Each person lubes up his fingers, then investigates the depths of my openings, cleans his hands, then mashes my poor defenseless titties. 

After he is done, he looks at me and says, “FLO likes her girls to have sore tits when they arrive.  And she’ll love this bald cunt of yours, believe me!

He then leads me into a room that is fitted with all sorts of strange looking . . . things.  I recognize the big X thing-a-ma-jig, similar to the one that I was tied on when I received my brand. 

There are some bars that have cuff like things on both ends. 

There is a rope hanging from the ceiling with a chrome hook on it. 

There is a Sybian.  I recognize that right away!  I can’t help but grin.

There is a machine with a long pole sticking straight out, with a big penis looking thing attached to the end of it.  Looking at the machinery end, it looks like the penis goes forward and backward as a wheel turns.  I wonder if the big penis thing will even fit inside of me.

There are some flogs and whip looking things.  I hope that I will not be tested with those horrible looking implements!

While I watch, the person that is leading me around hooks a collar around my neck, pulls my hands behind me, then cuffs my hands.  The cuffs are chained together.

He lays me down, then brings a bar with cuffs on each end to me, hooked my left ankle to one end of the bar, the hooked my right ankle to the other end.  I was spread wide open.

The man starts wrapping rope around me, both around my chest and around my arms.  Soon I am immobilized. 

He lifts me effortlessly with one arm while he hooks the ropes to a pulley sort of thing. 

He then inserts the hook into my anus.

“Open your mouth, sweetheart,” he commands me. 

I do. 

He puts a ball shaped thing in my mouth then fastens a strap behind my head.

He turns my body as I hang by the ropes.  I feel him press something into my bunny hole.  It starts to hum, to vibrate inside me. 

The vibrations quickly began to feel rather erotic.

Then he walks away.

I hang there, helpless.  The hook in my behind is turning me on.  Am I this kinky now?

He walks to the door, switching off the lights as he walks out, closing the door behind him.

I am alone in a strange place, no light, unable to move, hanging from the ceiling by ropes and a thick hook in my derriere!  And a vibrator inside my bunny that is driving me crazy.

Silence.

No light.

Nothing but time to think.

Seduction 32

Seduction 32

The men escort me out to a long limousine.  They help me into the back seat.  Three of the four climb in beside me. 

One man seems to be in charge, which makes sense of course.  His eyes look directly into mine.  I feel his dominance.  I sense the raw power of his personality.  I feel submissive to him.  I wonder if he will try to dink me for free, or if he has morals, therefore takes nothing free.  I find myself wondering how these men are chosen for duty.

The limousine doesn’t even slow down as it sweeps through the normally guarded and locked gate that lies on the backside of the local airport. 

The stretch vehicle drives directly toward a rather large jet that is parked pointing out toward the runway entrance.  The vehicle stops silently next to the jet’s pull down door.

Mr. Macho lead guy opens the door then extends his hand to me; I take it and alight.  The man’s eyes do not glance down at my naked genitalia that become fully exposed as I exit the car.  The cool breeze makes me shudder.

I am assisted up the plane’s entry stair by two of the men.  I can’t help but notice how strong they are, how powerful their grip. 

The interior is sumptuous!  WOW!

I am directed to a seat that has a window view.  Mr. Boss sits across from me.  The doorway closes and the plane moves forward.  In minutes we are airborne and screaming toward our cruising altitude. 

I am asleep when Mr. Boss wakens me.  “I need to do a cavity search, sweetie.  Please stand up and spread your legs as widely as you can.”

I do so and his fingers delve into my bunny, searching every part of her. 

Then he bends me over and inserts his lubricated fingers into my anus.  He goes deep.  He has long fingers!  He probes for a few moments. 

He washes his hands, then opens my mouth, running his fingers between my gums and teeth.

His fingers unzip my dress.  He pulls the fabric down, exposing my breasts to the eyes of the other men.  My nipples extend and harden as they all stare at me. His hands maul and squeeze my boobs.  He pulls my nipples, hard, to see if they are firmly attached. 

I find myself wondering if a woman really could carry explosives in her boobies. 

“Nice tits,” he says.  “And I love that bull’s-eye on your asshole.  On the way back I’m going fuck the shit out of you.  Then let the other guys fuck you too.  Might even let the pilots come by and make a deposit in that fine cunt of yours!”  He grins as he swats my tittie.  He watches it wobbling as he says, “Don't worry, we’ve already paid Misty for full service!”

The other men grin lasciviously as they stare at my nakedness.  “FULL service!” one of them says.

The “Buckle Up” sign glows and I sit down, my titties still bared to their prurient view.  All four men stare at my girls until it’s time to disembark. 

After we land, Mr. Boss zips my dress back up.

I smile to myself as I see their erections bulging their trousers.  One guy looks like his is obscenely thick.  He smiles at me as he helps me walk down the steps.  “It really is as thick as it looks, sweetheart!  Hope that hubby of yours is ready for you to come home all stretched out!”

On the car trip to our destination, Mr. Boss gives me the full rundown of how I am to behave, what I can and can’t do, and even a bit of what to expect.  Whoever I have been sold to is definitely a kinky person! 

By then we are pulling through the gate at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.