Knotted Pleasure (12 page)

Kiley was almost smiling as she felt the rope around her wrists. It was so soft, yet firm as the man tied it tightly. She looked up as he drew her arms up into the air, and then she saw it. There was a rope with a hook on it hanging from the ceiling. He made short work of hooking her bound wrists. He grabbed the other end of the rope and a pulley began to pull tight until her arms were stretched up high. Now she was completely at his mercy, her arms bound above her, her body spread before him. She felt the terror when she saw the slim, shiny knife in his hand, but it went to the negligee, making short work of the 70

flimsy material. It fell away, both of her breasts naked, the knife slicing lower until it slid all the way to the hem and cut it completely open. She was now completely naked to him, her breasts revealed, her legs spread wide. She was at his mercy, but instead of terror, she wished he would touch her, her breasts, her pussy, anything, wanting to feel the touch of a man's demanding hands on her bound body.

Bill's hands began to explore her youthful body, over her belly and side, but neglecting her large breasts no matter how much she arched her back and tried to thrust them into his palms. He went to her spread legs, inhaling deeply the scent of her arousal, his hands moving to her silky, smooth thighs, her legs bowing back wider in submission.

It was so perverse, bound as she was, but her legs were spread willingly, his hands running up and down, but what she wanted was his touch on her pussy. Her crotch was opened up, but he made it ache when he suddenly slapped both of her inner thighs with his large, powerful hands. It made her body shudder, her sensitive skin burn, but it pushed her legs back farther, her pussy pushed out and opening up under the lewd slaps. His hands went back to caressing, but it wasn't long before they cracked hard against her smooth thighs, Kiley feeling the harsh touch so close to her pussy. He hit her four more times, her thighs burning up with the stinging bite of his hands, but then he stopped, but not before his fingers ran up the edges of her slit, touching her so intimately on her outer pussy lips. She almost came, but his fingers refused to touch her clit. He stood up and deserted her once again.

Hank moved out of the shadows, seeing the sexual frustrations in the girls face. He kneeled between her legs and he was sure that she spread them wider, opening herself up, begging him for her pleasure.

He never felt so much power as he did then. Here was this beautiful woman, naked and begging for his touch.

One of the men was behind her, pulling her head back, but it was only so his hands could reach down to her naked breasts. Fingers sought out her nipples, hard, demanding fingers that pinched the two thick nipples and twisted them almost savagely. It should have hurt painfully, but at the same time the man in front of her moved forward 71

until his face was hidden from her, but there was no doubt that it was his tongue that was lapping up and down her slit. She shoved her ass forward, a light nip of his teeth showing her who was the boss, but the tongue went back to work to dig deep between her lips and lavish the oral attention on her drenched pussy. Her pussy and nipples were worked over expertly, the men knowing exactly what to do to arouse her and also what to do to keep her from climaxing too soon. She was shivering in lust by time they allowed her the pleasure, Kiley never having been controlled so sexually by any man, never mind two.

They kept her body riding the fine line between lust and her orgasm.

She was crying out loudly, moaning with pleasure before they allowed her to cum. She exploded on the one man's face, shamed as she heard him lapping at her soaked pussy, but she didn't care, the shame, the bondage, the sexual control of the two men igniting an orgasm that raced through her body, the men keeping it going, Kiley unable to stop, not wanting to stop. It felt like it went on for hours before her body finally collapsed in pleasure. Even then the tongue never stopped, though it slowed down, licking up every drop of her pleasure that flowed from her body. They stood back from her, both of them having their erections out. She was temporarily satisfied, but she knew they were just getting started.

It took Bill and Hank only a couple of minutes to get Kiley strung up. The overhead pulley yanked her off of the chair, Hank moving it out of the way as Bill cranked her up until she was standing on her toes like a ballerina. Her naked body was stretched, every muscle in her arms and legs drawn taut.

Kiley could barely stay still. On her toes, she was off balance, unable to stop them from doing anything they wanted of her body or putting her in the most suggestive positions. They stood back and got naked. They didn't have muscular bodies like Michael, but there was no denying their formidable cocks. Even though they made her cum, it only made her hornier. Forced to cum by two strange men sent her mind conjuring up all the things that they could make her do and perform for them.

"I'm Bill and this is Hank, Kiley. You came very nicely for us."

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Bill's hand slid down over her naked stomach until it got to her mound. He pinched her two lips together tightly in his fingers and pulled on them, her toes dancing on the floor beneath her. Bill stepped back so he could enjoy her.

Hank stood in front of her, his hand gripping her head and pulling back until she was starting at the ceiling. "Don't move," he warned her gruffly.

Her neck ached from the position, but she dared not to defy them, unsure of what the consequences could be. After all, she was theirs for twelve hours, to do with as they please. Cynthia had mentioned pain, her thighs still stinging testament to what could happen. Hanks hands weren't as big as Bill's as they moved down her chest until one cradled her naked breast. It almost seemed natural that she bared them and let men touch and fondle them at will. Hank wasn't as gentle, expecting gentleness after he had so lovingly licked her pussy to an orgasm. His finger gripped one of her nipples and he twisted it until the flesh was gnarled by the harshness. He moved to her other breast, her nipple pinch with equal harshness. She bit her lip as she suffered the pain that raced through her breasts. In spite of it, her nipples still stayed hard, but now they throbbed. She didn't even look down as both of her nipples were gripped by his fingers. He twisted them until the flesh crushed, but he didn't stop there. He began to pull them out and up at the same time. "OOOOWWw," she cried.

"OOOHHWW!" She tried to stand higher up on her toes, anything to stop the painful stretching of her nipples, but Hank was relentless, the moment she raised higher up on her toes, he yanked her up by her nipples.

Hank enjoyed the power that his fingers had, the rubbery flesh of her nipples crushed beneath his fingers. She groaned in pain but she could do nothing but endure. This new found power made his cock rock hard, something that he hadn't felt for years. He liked it. He moved behind her, his hand slapping her ass as he made her cry out, the white cheek turning a painful pin. He visited the other one, seeing the pained look on Kiley's face. He moved in front of her, Kiley finally looking down. His hand slapped one of her inner thigh.

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"Spread your legs, Kiley."

It was a cruel thing to do, forcing her to spread her legs and each time she did, he would slap her inner thigh harder, more soft flesh revealed to his punishing blows. She had no choice, balancing delicately on her toes, her legs spread over a foot wide. He stared into her eyes, almost hypnotizing her. It was then they he struck her. Not her thighs, but her naked pussy. Not softly as Michael had done, but just as hard as he had struck her ass. "AAAOOOWW!' She howled this time. His hand beat her puffy lips into her pelvic bone, crushing them with its power. He didn't pull his hand back, his fingers gripping her pussy as he would a baseball, digging into the flesh and squeezing it. He was pulling her up by her pussy, feeling like her sex was caught it a steel grip. She felt relief when he moved away, but Bill was back with leather straps in his hands.

Bill looked up between her legs and he bound each ankle in the leather. He opened her up, spreading her legs until they were open at least three feet, the leather straps attached to the side posts and keeping her that way. He stepped back with Hank and admired their handiwork. They had never had a girl in such a shocking position, naked and spread for them.

She saw the two men disappear behind her, but she feared what was in their hands. Each had a flogger, Hanks red, Bill's black, but each one had at least ten strands on it. There was no way that all of her flesh would be struck with just a single blow. She could feel them behind her, her naked ass and spread legs leaving her vulnerable.

"EEEEHH!" Her head shot up in pain as the flogger hit her as cheeks, starting at the top and sliding all the way down, each strand stinging with such ferocity. The next one came fast, two men whipping her at once. The blows rang out on her ass, the flesh stinging and burning.

It got worse, the blows alternating between her ass cheeks, which were more muscle, to her thighs, the soft, sensitive skin attacked painfully. The strands would encircle her each thigh, moving from her knees until they rose all the way up, touching so close to the tender flesh at her crotch and close to her pussy.

Hank and Bill worked her thighs and ass with the floggers, finally 74

Bill moved in front of her, Hank still in back. They both kneeled on the floor so they could get the correct aim. The saw the look in her eyes as she saw the flogger that Bill swept up between her legs, but they were even scared by her cry. It was a shrill cry that rang out in the large empty room.

It felt as though her pussy was branded. Bill struck her pussy with the flogger, not softly but with every bit as much power as he did when he struck her ass. It felt like each individual strand came alive and sought out the most tender and sensitive flesh of her sex. The ten individual strands merged into a single shock to her system, the pain rushing to her brain. She lost her breath, unable to cry out even as Hank followed suit, the flogger reaching up from behind her to attack her pussy from a different angle. It felt like the strands were pushing her lips open so that it could beat her most intimate flesh. They both struck her three times between her legs before they stopped. Her legs were untied, but she was still strung up by her wrists.

Bill looked into her tear strained eyes, his hands wiping the tears from her cheeks. He kissed her lips, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth. He felt her tongue respond, his hand going to her nipple and giving it a savage twist until he could hear the muffled cry in his kiss.

He was kissing her as though they were lovers, but her pussy was on fire and now he was twisting her nipple. She never kissed a man so old, but she responded with her tongue, anything to please him.

He moved away, but Hank was back. He rubbed up against her, his naked cock jerking in pleasure when it felt her skin. He yanked Kiley's hair back, her back arched painfully back. Then she felt his hands between her legs, Kiley spreading them open, not denying him anything. His hands gripped her sex and pulled her up until her legs left the ground. She put her legs around him, but he pulled her higher, his fingers digging into her sex indiscriminately. She couldn't even stop as one finger entered her, pushing in at a weird angle, feeling as if it were trying to push out the side of her pussy. He let her feet go back to the ground, but he turned her sideways as his hands beat her ass cheeks. She didn't cry out, silent. He moved behind her, his cock 75

pushing against her ass cheeks.
Would he fuck me now?
He knelt down and grabbed her ankles, pulling them behind her, all of her weight on her wrists as he held her tight, her legs spread around his hips, his bouncing cock beating at the entrance of her pussy. His fingers pinched her nipples, not as hard as Bill, but more to make them aroused, finally his hands slid down her belly and found her pussy. He began to masturbate her, knowing she was arousing him by the way his cock quivered and jerked near her pussy. Even though she had cum, she would welcome him inside her, wanting to feel the flesh of a cock open her up. Instead, he deserted her again.
What was
in store for me now?

It took only minutes before they had secured her as though they had planned this in such details. One minute she was on her back, her wrists bound in front of her. The next her legs were bound by leather to two chains that hung down from the ceiling. They were separated, about two or three feet apart. Bill began to raise the pulley, her legs moving higher and higher until they left the table, Bill not stopping until her ass no longer touched the table either. Her legs were spread wide, her pussy opened up to whatever they desired, whether it be pain or pleasure. They both gathered around her naked, bound body and took liberties with it, including spanking almost every available inch of it. Then they rose her up higher, the pulley merciless. They stopped long enough so they could abuse her flesh, spanking and prodding her, but it was Hank that found her tight hole between her cheeks with his mouth, his lips kissing her anus as the forbidden hole went into spasms from the unseemly touch of his mouth and tongue.

She closed her eyes when the tongue snaked into her rectum, wet and moving back and forth, Kiley shamed by the oral assault on her ass, but she couldn't deny the perverse pleasure she felt at being touched in such a manner.