Knotted Pleasure (16 page)

"Such young, firm breasts, Sandra." His fingers sought out her nipples, not hard to find. They were sharp and pointed as they stuck out her bra. "Your nipples are hard, Sandra." He began to squeeze them until he heard her moan.

She felt him pinching her nipples. She couldn't stop the moan, it wasn't pain she felt, but pleasure.

"Do you like that, Sandra?" He wanted to hear her surrender. He 95

pinched harder, seeing her lips clench tight, quivering, but she thrust her breasts into his hands.

"Yeeess," she hated to admit t, but he already knew, Sandra couldn't contain her moans. He fondled, pinched and teased her breasts and nipples until her pussy was soaked with her juices. He moved behind her once again, Sandra openly thrusting her ass back onto his erection, clenching her cheeks as she moved them from side to side, feeling the excitement of the jerking cock against her ass. She was exciting him as much as he was her.

"I have to go in a few minutes to plead your case, but I can't leave you in this condition, Sandra." His hands reached around her belly again, Sandra sucking in her gut when his fingers found the edge of her panties. His hand slid inside, rubbing over her silky, pubic hairs, but he didn't stop there this time. His fingers found the wet lips of her pussy, peeling them aside to run up and down her drenched slit. She cried out, afraid she had already cum, but it was only seconds before she did. Her bound body was overexcited, Sandra unable to contain her lust. She came on his fingers as she masturbated her ass on his cock, but there would be no pleasure for him, only for her this moment.

She couldn't help it. One minute she was welcoming his hand in her panties, the touch of his strong fingers on her slit set her off on an explosive orgasm through her bound body. She'd never felt anything like this. It was as though she had no control over her own body, Captain Miguel giving her permission to cum for him. She eagerly accepted. Not even the shame after her orgasm went away could lessen the feelings that raced through her body. He left her again, this time, her panties drenched.

He took longer, or maybe it just felt that way, hoping that he would come back and set her body on fire again. The door finally opened, Sandra smiling at him as he walked in. He walked over to her, the straps slowly lowering down from the ceiling.
Had he secured my
release?

"Good news, the judges will be here in twenty minutes, so we must hurry. I want them to see you in a new light." He pulled the leather 96

straps off of her wrists. "The judges are all in their late fifties to early sixties. It has been a long time since they saw anything so fresh and firm as you. Take off your pullover and bra. I will string you up again. I want them to have a lasting impression of who you are when they leave."

She couldn't believe what he'd just told her o do. If he wanted her to do it for him, she would eagerly strip, but this was different, the judges were old men with cold, clammy hands. "Do I have to?" She saw the anger in his eyes.

"I am trying to help you, Sandra. Do you think that the judges are just going to let you go for no reason? This is a negotiation; they want to send you to prison. Do you realize what that would mean if they did? No one knows where you are. You would never come out in one piece after three years. They'll take your body in such perverted and degrading ways that you wouldn't even be able to face your own reflection in the mirror. Do you want my help, or should I abandon you, too?" He hoped that he was scaring her, for there would be more trades that she would have to accept, but once she did the first, the rest would be easier.

He scared her to death with his warning. He couldn't abandon her.

She knew she had no choice now; her only hope was that Captain Miguel would take care of her and not force her to do anything that she would regret. "I'm sorry. It's hard for me. I don't understand what is going on. I have to rely on your judgment." She stepped back and pulled the pullover over her head. She put it on the desk. When she walked back over in her bra, Captain Miguel was waiting for her.

"Face the mirror; I will take off your bra." He wanted the honor of baring her breasts for the first time. Soon, she would not be ashamed of showing her body to him or the judges.

She saw her reflection in the mirror, Captain Miguel opening her bra with expertise, a quick snap and the tension was gone from the elastic strap. She put her hands to her sides as he slipped the straps off her shoulders. It slid down her arms, her nipples stimulated as the bra slid over the sensitive tips until it fell to her feet. She felt him push on the center of her back until she arched her full, naked breasts 97

for him to gaze at.

"Yes, the judges won't forget you, Sandra. Just follow my orders, and you will get out of this all right. You just have to show them you are sorry and willing to repent. I will make sure that your punishment is as lenient as possible. Now, put the leather straps back on so I can show off your half-naked body to the best advantage." He put her wrists back into the straps and pulled her arms until she was drawn taut, standing on her tiptoes. Her pants were still undone, the zipper down, her white panties revealing a hint of the secrets that lay beneath.

She couldn't believe that her nipples were so big and red, swollen as if she wanted to show everyone. It was even more erotic when she was half naked, wishing there was time for Captain Miguel to masturbate her one more time before they showed up, but she could already hear the doors of the elevator opening down the hall. They would be coming in the door any minute now.

The judges walked through the door and were impressed with Captain Miguel's work. The most beautiful, young American girl they had seen in years hung by the ceiling, perched on her toes, every muscle in her body drawn taut by the bondage, but nothing could compare to the large, firm breasts that were thrust out so brazenly.

She had big brown areolas, but it was the large nipples that stood out like giant pebbles that beckoned their eyes.

She decided they were not as bad as she'd expected, but nothing so virile as Captain Miguel. They all wore black robes, some of the men were bigger than the others, but they were no longer in their prime.

They walked over to her, her body bound and half naked. They looked at her like a piece of meat but didn't speak to her, Captain Miguel told her not to speak directly to them. That would be disrespectful, that was his job. She should have expected it, but nothing could have prepared her. One of the judges moved up to her, his hand sliding over her naked belly. Sandra's eyes pleaded with Captain Miguel, but his eyes told her to submit quietly. She felt hands reach to her naked breasts, fingers eagerly digging into her flesh and pinching her. She felt her nipples rubbing against his palms, making 98

them grow harder. For long minutes, his fingers dug white rows in her breasts from the harsh treatment. Then she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth as his head bent down and she felt hot, wet lips enclose her nipple and suck it deep into his mouth. His other hand continued to fondle her other nipple, keeping it hard until his tongue licked from one nipple to the other and sucked the other nipple with equal haste. She felt uneven teeth rubbing back and forth over her nipple until she was sure that he was going to saw it off. Finally, he pulled away, leaving her wet nipples to cool in the breeze.

Captain Miguel watched her submit to the judge's fondling and sucking of her young, firm breasts. They were rough and rusty with experience, but she suffered in silence until they were all finished mauling her young flesh. She didn't even cringe when the last judge's hands slid into her panties; he saw her eyes shed tears as she yelped silently. He must have yanked a sprig of her pubic hairs out harshly to test her resolve. She had passed, the judges left. He followed them outside, making the deal. They would be back in an hour for her to show her gratitude to them.

"You passed the test, Sandra." He moved up next to her, one hand on the back of her head to hold her still. "Stick out your tongue."

Her naked breasts were rubbing against his shirt, his hand holding her head as if he were going to kiss her. She heard his order, her tongue slipping out of her mouth.

"More." She pushed it out all the way, his mouth coming down on hers, his tongue running over hers as he shoved his tongue deep into her mouth.

His mouth took her completely, his tongue shoved so far into her mouth that she thought she would choke on it. One hand was between her legs; the other pinching her naked nipple. She shuddered in unexpected pleasure at being taken so hard by a man that had always been gentle. It did little to dampen her growing arousal; anything was better than the judges. He finally broke the kiss, her face covered in his spit, her lips aching.

"The judges will be back in an hour, Sandra. We are on the way to getting you freed. You just have to show your gratitude."

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"What exactly do I have to do?" She was afraid of the answer; last time, she had to strip to her waist.
What would be required of me this
time?

"Have you ever sucked a cock before?"

The words shocked her.
Would they watch her suck Captain
Miguel's cock? Is that what they wanted?
She had never taken a man in her mouth, but she might be willing to trade for her freedom. She never expected to answer a question like this before, but she did.

"No."

"Then, we will have to work quickly. You need to learn the taste of a man's cum before they get here. I don't want you vomiting on one of the judges when he cums in your mouth for the first time." He didn't think she'd would agree so readily this time.

"NOT THEM! I thought it would be you and they would watch."

"Do you think the judges are some type of voyeurs that they only want to watch other people getting their pleasure? These are distinguished judges of our court. You insult me and them." He gave her his angry voice again. "I give up. I will tell the judges that you are not repentant and they should send you to prison. I thought you trusted me. I feel hurt." He gave her all of his pity.

"I'm sorry, but I don't think I could do that to them. They are too old; I don't think I could take their cocks in my mouth." She hoped that Captain Miguel would find another way.

"No problem, you wouldn't have to do anything. You will be bound with your mouth held open. They will put their cocks in your mouth until they cum. You will have no choice once your mouth is opened and the cock enters it. Just like when you are bound and they sucked and pinched your breasts. You couldn't do anything about it, and you survived. This is the only way. I had a hard time convincing them."

"All of them, four of them?"

"Of course, or the others would be jealous. Now, we have to get you a taste of cum before they come back. I'll be back in a minute."

He left her hanging there for five minutes until he came back, not wanting to give her a chance to respond.

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She saw it in his hand. It was a shot glass, but it was filled with a milky fluid. He walked over to her, holding the glass up to her face.

She could smell it, the familiar smell of sex.

"Open your mouth and take it in. Swish it around your mouth so you can savor the taste of a man." He pushed the glass to her lips, tilting her head back. He wasn't sure she would comply, but her lips parted and he poured the cum into her waiting mouth. It took a long time for the thick cream to flow out, covering her tongue with a thick layer before it was empty. "Swish it around, but don't swallow it yet,"

he warned her sternly. He saw her face grimace with the first taste.

"See, it's still warm."

She felt the cum flowing into her mouth like slow lava running down a volcano. The acrid odor filled her nose, but it was the salty taste that flooded her taste buds. It felt like gallons were in her mouth, thick, floating on her spit as she swished as she was ordered. It stuck everywhere in her mouth, her tongue, her gums, her teeth, all covered in a thick layer of cum. It was Captain Miguel's cum that was the only way it was still warm. He must have masturbated into the glass so he could feed her his sperm. He let it sit in her mouth for a few minutes before he gave her permission.

"Swallow it."

That was even harder than taking it in her mouth. It refused to go down, gagging the first time, finally feeling it slowly sink into her gullet, gulping loudly, fighting to keep it from coming back up.

"Lick the glass. I don't want you to waste any of it." Her wet tongue slipped out of her mouth as he held the glass at an angle. She licked it until every drop of his cum was gone into her mouth. "Good girl, Sandra." He pulled her down and took the straps off. The judges will love looking at your bare breasts as you suck their cocks. Now, come over her, we can get you ready for the judges. Just follow my instructions and you will do well."

Sandra couldn't believe what she just did, but with the lingering taste of a man's cum on her lips and in her mouth, there was no way she could deny that she had drank it. And there was more of it she would have to endure before she was finished. She was led over to the 101

thick pole. It looked like part of the building before, but now she saw it was lined with leather straps. That is why it was so secured to the floor. Nothing would be able to shake free once they were bound to it.