Naked Lies (24 page)

"OK," Den
murmured as the knob within my mouth withdrew, dribbling spunk down
my chin. "Now for the cane." The cane? Who was to administer the
thrashing? I wondered as Mat slipped his deflating shaft out of my
brimming anal canal. I heard movements behind me, muffled
movements. There were no words, only silence. My blindfold was
checked, adjusted, the chink of light disappearing, leaving me
again within my darkness.

The first
crack of the cane landing squarely across my taut buttocks, I
yelped like a dog - a bitch chained by its collar. It was Mat, I
knew, as the cane struck me again, the stinging pain heating my
full bottom globes. On and on the gruelling thrashing continued as
I wiggled and whimpered in my torturous pleasure, my arousal
soaring ever higher.

Would the men,
my masters, take it in turns to thrash me, their sex slave? Would
they fuck me again after my punishment? I wanted Lisa. Did I want
Carole? My bottom orbs burned, the fire scorching deep into my
quivering flesh. Did I want to cane Carole? I wanted to lick her to
orgasm, but she wouldn't allow me. I might force her, tie her over
the back of the armchair and pull her knickers down. Lesbian-rape
her.

"Harder!"
someone cried excitedly as my naked body rocked with the merciless
beating. I thought the cane might snap in two as the thrashing
increased, my buttocks numbing as the fire burned within my tensed
flesh. Was Mat taking out his anger? Was he venting a deep-seated
hatred for me, or satisfying his craving for sex?

"I'm ready for
her arsehole," someone intoned rudely. The thrashing stopped, the
cane discarded as movements sounded behind my trembling body. My
arsehole was to be fucked and spermed again. Could I take it? Could
I endure another anal fucking? The choice wasn't mine, my body
wasn't mine. It belonged to my masters.

"No," I
protested meekly as a bulbous knob greeted my wet anal ring,
pressing against the sensitive tissue surrounding my once secret
portal. My buttocks receiving several hard slaps, my conquered
spirit was driven out of me as subservience ruled. The huge silky
glans slipped past my tight ring, driving into the wet heat of my
anal duct, opening me. I gasped, the taste of sperm lingering on my
tongue, my pinched nipples burning as my breasts swung and
heaved.

Another man, another cock fucking my arsehole.
Arsehole
. The word was
crude, dirty. Three different penises had fucked my arsehole,
spunked in my bowels. I was awash with sperm, brimming with male
ejaculate. Could I take any more? My arsehole would overflow,
rivers of depraved cream flood my thighs as I arose - if I were
ever again allowed to ascend as a human being.

Grabbing my
hips, my unseen master began his anal abuse, his huge cock gliding
in and out of my arsehole, massaging the inner walls of my dank
sanctum. I rocked back and forth, my head held proud by the dog
chain, my feet savagely spread by my tight ropes of bondage. My
body no longer mine, I'd given myself completely. Now my very soul
belonged to Lucifer.

"Coming!" the
man cried as he rammed his knob deep into my steaming bowels.
"Christ, she's a tight-arsed bitch!" I felt his sperm pumping into
my rectal duct, spurting from his pulsating organ as he rudely
fucked my arsehole. Demeaned, shamed, degraded beyond belief, I
shuddered as my clitoris swelled and throbbed, desperate for
fingers, a tongue - Lisa's tongue.

As he gasped
in his anal sperming, his heavy balls spanking the inflamed love
lips of my vagina, fingers delved into my cunt. Opening me,
stretching my drenched sex duct, three, four fingers thrust into
me. My clitoris still sadly neglected, I wanted to rub myself
there, to masturbate and bring out my orgasm. But my pleasure
counted for nothing.

"Christ, that
was good!" my anal abuser breathed as his weapon slid out of my
arsehole. The fingers still intruded, massaging deep inside my cunt
as I whimpered in my desperation for orgasm. I felt sperm flowing
from my open bottom-hole, trickling down to lubricate the pistoning
fingers. Never had I had so much sperm pumped into my body, endured
such a fucking.

"OK, now I'll
fuck her arse!" Den laughed as I heard him settle on the grass
behind me. I couldn't take another cock sperming in my bowels and I
tried to protest, to beg for compassion, but the words wouldn't
leave my mind. I screamed inside, silent screams of anguish, of
hatred for myself, for what I'd become. Love and hatred are
one.

My breasts
swinging with the violent fucking, fingers thrusting in and out of
my tight cunt, I cried a river of tears as my naked body brought
satisfaction to yet another man. Again and again he drove his penis
into my inflamed arsehole, using and abusing me, treating me like a
rag doll. I prayed for him to come, to loose his spunk and withdraw
from my aching rectal sheath.

But on and on
he rode me like a horse, caning my buttocks as he galloped across a
rolling heath of sex towards his orgasm. The cane struck me again
and again as he shafted my anal canal and the unseen fingers fucked
my cunt. Adding to the abuse, someone squeezed my breasts, my
mammary globes ballooning, the torturous clothes pegs tightening
around my aching nipples.

At last, he
came, his sperm gushing into my overflowing rectal tube, spurting
from my stretched portal and coursing down my thighs. The more he
pistoned my cylinder, the more sperm jetted from my distended hole,
bubbling, spraying, splattering my buttocks. He grunted and
groaned, clinging to my bucking hips as he drained his swinging
balls.

The fingers
driving deeper into my cunt, I screamed as the man's fist slipped
into my vaginal cavern, my love lips stretched tautly around his
wrist. My pelvic cavity bloated, I grimaced as the fist clenched,
distending my vaginal cave until I thought I'd split open. My anal
duct compressing, crushing the indriving penis, I screamed again
with fear and immense pleasure.

"She needs
another spanking!" someone laughed as I was crudely ridden and
whipped. Another spanking? No, I knew that I'd pass out with the
pain and pleasure! I couldn't take another thrashing, another cock
- I was exhausted, done, finished. As the cock slipped out of my
aching arsehole and the fist withdrew from my bloated cunt, the wet
sucking sounds of sex resounding through my mind, I prayed for
mercy. Had Mat no compassion? Had he not an ounce of love for his
abused wife? He didn't know what love was.

The men talked
and joked for a few minutes before leaving. In my darkness, I heard
them walking silently across the soft grass, leaving only Den - my
ruler. As he unhooked the chain from the tree branch and released
my ankles, I rolled onto my side, pulling my blindfold off as sperm
flowed in torrents from my inflamed sex holes.

"Quite a
fucking!" he chuckled, the sun behind him, his silhouette towering
high above me. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I looked up at the
tree, the outspread branches, the foliage. An anchor for the chain,
it had witnessed my debauchery. Never would the tree allow me to
forget.

Hauling my
shaking body up, I sat on the grass and removed the clothes pegs
from my distended nipples. Examining my red teats, the sperm
bubbling from my anal portal, oozing from my aching cunt, I
wondered when Den would go, leave me with my abused body, my
shattered mind.

My legs
trembling, I didn't attempt to stand as he grabbed the Tesco's bag
and collected up his instruments of sexual abuse. Unclipping the
dog collar, I tossed it onto the grass. The chain lay like a snake,
coiled, ready to pounce. Would it turn into a staff?

Leaning with
my back against the tree, I closed my eyes, ignoring Den's lewd
comments as he grabbed the collar and finally walked across the
lawn to make his escape. There was no escape for me, nowhere to
run, nowhere to hide. I couldn't hide from my mind, my wracked and
tormented mind.

Opening my
eyes beneath the shade of the tree, I focused on the daisies. They
were watching me, knew my secrets. Mat knew my secrets. I had no
secrets now. The world knew of my immorality, my adultery. My
secure moorings gone, I'd sailed down the river, floated out of the
estuary and was now adrift on a sea of uncertainty. Would a passing
ship rescue me?

I slept
beneath the tree for an hour, maybe more. I dreamed dreams, dreams
of crude sex - dreams of Lisa. Naked, my holes drained, my thighs
sticky, I finally woke and looked about me. What time was it? The
time didn't matter, there was no time. Staggering to my feet, I
clung to the gnarled tree trunk to steady my aching body. After the
debauchery the garden lay quiet again, as in a photograph. The hoe
watched me.

"God," I
breathed, lurching across the lawn to the house, "what have I
done?"

Staggering
through the hall I saw yet another envelope on the doormat.
Screwing it up, I tossed it into the bin and dragged myself
upstairs. Taking a shower, I washed away the sperm, my lust juices,
the evidence of my debauchery. The hot water stung my crimson
buttocks and again I wondered what sort of man Mat was. He'd
thrashed me, fucked my arsehole. I hated the word. I hated Mat.
Taking the shower nozzle from the wall, I pressed it between my
buttocks, my burning anal ring making a seal as the water gushed
into my bowels.

"Oh, God!" I
whimpered as the filling sensation sent shudders of ecstasy through
my naked body. My bowels brimming, I moved the nozzle aside, the
hot water and sperm gushing from my sore aperture, streaming down
my legs. Parting my fleshy pussy lips, I pressed the nozzle against
my vaginal entrance, filling my inflamed sex cavern with water,
shuddering as my pelvis bloated.

"God!" I cried
again as my trembling hand dropped the nozzle, my inflated cunt
gushing, a waterfall cascading down my inner thighs. My clitoris
swollen as my cleansed holes drained, I needed to come yet again,
but I was too exhausted to masturbate. I needed Lisa - she'd
masturbate me, lovingly lick my clitoris to orgasm with her wet
tongue.

Trying to
clear my mind of all thoughts of sex, I finally emerged from the
shower and dried my naked body. My nipples hurting like hell, I
decided not to wear a bra. My buttocks stinging, my vaginal lips
inflamed, I forsook my knickers, too. I enjoyed being naked - naked
beneath the veil. Lisa was always naked beneath her skirt. Her cunt
was naked too, devoid of black curls. I'd shave my cunt, but not
yet.

What was left
of the afternoon passed quietly. There were no sounds of canes
thrashing buttocks, no exhalations of breath, no squelching sounds
of lust. I sat in the garden beneath the sun, gazing at the apple
tree. My thoughts drifted, rising, floating like pieces of charred
paper soaring up from a bonfire. They were going nowhere,
meaningless.

"Hi," Carole
called as she rounded the side of the house. Her blue skirt was
short, revealing her shapely thighs. Her blouse loose, her
sumptuous breasts desired freedom. "I've been ringing the
bell."

"Sorry, I was
dreaming," I smiled, rising to my feet. "I didn't hear."

"I'm not
staying, I was just passing. Sunbathing again?" she giggled. "It's
all right for some."

"All
right?"

"Having Mat to
earn the money while you live a life of leisure."

"It's the same
for you, isn't it?"

"Yes, I
suppose it is. We're lucky, aren't we?"

Lucky? Was I
lucky to have Mat? Hardly! Would Carole think herself lucky in my
position? I imagined Carole naked, her legs spread, her thighs
wide, her cunt crack gaping. I wanted to lick her to orgasm. What
was wrong with me? I felt wickedness rising from the dungeons of my
mind as she sat on a patio chair. I wanted to show her my cunt. No,
I mustn't!

Sitting
opposite her, my hands trembling, I parted my thighs slightly. "How
are things?" I asked, not really wanting to know as my juices
bubbled between my pussy lips. The sun behind her, she was a
silhouette - surreal.

"Things are
fine. Jane, I've come to talk to you about..." She hesitated, her
eyes frowning.

"About
what?"

"When I rang
you... you were in trouble, weren't you?"

"There was
someone in the room with me, I couldn't talk."

"You did
enough talking!"

"I... I had to
make someone believe that... It doesn't matter, it's all OK
now."

"I think there
are things that you want to tell me. You've changed, you're not
your old self."

"Secrets
aren't secrets when shared."

"Friends are
there to share secrets with, Jane."

"My secrets
can't be shared. Too many people know as it is. Let's change the
subject."

Parting my
thighs further, I reclined in the chair, closing my eyes to the
bright sun. Was she looking up my skirt, gazing at my full vaginal
lips, my sex crack? I imagined she was, and I allowed my thighs to
open a little wider. I didn't know what I was trying to do, why I
was displaying my most intimate place to my best friend. Perhaps,
in the sexual mist swirling through my confused mind, I wanted her
to drop to her knees and lick my sex crack, suck my clitoris to
orgasm.

"You've been
letting the garden go," she said. "It's about time you got that hoe
into action, look at the weeds."

"I know," I
replied dreamily, the sun warming my face. Could she see my cunt? I
parted my thighs even further. "I must use the hoe more often."

"Jane, are you
OK?"

"The sun's
making me a little sleepy."

"You shouldn't
sit like that without... without your panties on."

"Like
what?"

"With your
legs apart, I can see all you've got."

"Oh, sorry!" I
giggled, sitting upright and pressing my thighs together. "I didn't
put my panties on after my shower. To be honest, I don't wear
anything beneath my skirt in the summer."