Bondage story - The Phantom of the Roxy - 31

At last he tired of that game. Lowering the switches, he turned and walked behind her without a word, leaving her gasping and whimpering. He returned from the steamer trunk a moment later with a pair of nipple clamps, heavy lead fshing weights dangling from them. She pleaded with him not to put them on her while he squeezed and mauled her breasts in his hands, watching her face and apparently enjoying her pleas. Then, ignoring her begging and cries of pain, he hung the clamps from her punished nipples. Leaving them dangling there, with Jessica whining and gasping at the excruciating pain, he returned to the side of the platform and turned the wheel once more, tipping her head back down and raising her bottom until she was bent over once more, the padded platform horizontal again.

Despite her terrible suffering, or more likely because of it, Jessica’s pussy was even more drenched. The Whisperer plunged his fngers into her once more, working them around inside her hot depths, then withdrew and stroked and pinched her slippery clit roughly, enjoying her whimpers and moans. Finally he could wait no longer. There was a rustling of cloth, and then Jessica felt the burning head of his monstrous penis pressing against her wet, open pussy. She barely had time to brace herself before he began forcing it into her.

It wasn’t as painful as it had been the frst time. Perhaps her passage had been stretched suffciently that frst day he had raped her, or perhaps it was simply that she had already endured so much pain that the endorphins in her bloodstream kept her from feeling the full brunt of it. She groaned unrestrainedly as the massive cock flled her, sinking into the depths of her, flling her as nothing else ever had. Grasping her frmly by the hips, her master began fucking her with slow, deep strokes, driving himself so far into her that his hips fattened her sore, aching buttocks at the culmination of each stroke. The pain blended with the pleasure, and she wailed and moaned as the combined sensations fooded her senses.

He settled into a slow, steady rhythm, one that he could maintain for a long time. He threw his head back and basked for a time in the pure sensation of thrusting his cock in and out of Jessica’s tight cunt. The cries he drew from her added greatly to his pleasure. As he continued to fuck her, he repositioned his hands so that he could squeeze her aching bottom cheeks painfully with each stroke, adding to the sensations she was feeling and driving her passion even higher. Then his thumbs found their way into the crevice of her ass, and using the slippery juices he found there, he forced both thumbs inside her tight anus. Jessica was once again consumed by the humiliation and shame of having her ass violated, but those feelings could barely fnd a foothold in the swirling miasma of her emotions.

The giant cock began to fuck her a little harder, a little faster, and the sensations this caused inside her nearly overwhelmed the painful stretching of her anus as the two thick thumbs worked away at her back entrance. Nearly. Her sphincter was being pulled this way and that, stretched wider and wider between the two thumbs. Again the Whisperer’s cock accelerated its pace, plowing in and out of her pussy mercilessly, his hips slamming into her sore ass punishingly hard with each stroke, which jarred her whole body and caused the weights dangling from her tortured nipples to swing back and forth, increasing the pain tenfold. Jessica was overwhelmed by it all, and she wailed and begged him to stop, tears running down her cheeks, but he only fucked her even harder, excited by the desperation in her voice. And all the while, his powerful thumbs worked her anus, spreading it wider and wider between them.