Bondage story - The Phantom of the Roxy - 58

“You have been doing well at giving your little friend pleasure, Jessica. But it does not satisfy the Darkness, does it? No, you need more… and so does she. You have never tasted the Darkness from the other side, but you shall…” He reached around her, placing a heavy leather triangle over her pubic area and buckling straps around her waist and hips to hold it frmly in place. When she looked down at it, there was a huge black rubber dildo projecting straight out from it. It was twelve inches long and proportionately thick. She knew immediately what she would be expected to do with it, and a tremor of fear shot through her. She knew Sarah’s state, and she was sure she could never bring herself to insert anything into her friend’s raw, sore pussy. Then she noticed the coating of clear lubricant glistening in the muted candlelight, and she knew this dildo wasn’t intended for Sarsah’s pussy.

But the Whisperer wasn’t fnished yet. A moment later he reached around her again and slipped a small but heavy box into a set of brackets just above the dildo. There was a spool or roller mounted horizontally on the front of the box, about an inch above the dildo, and it seemed to have sparse, shiny bristles sticking out of it. Jessica stared down at the ominous-looking thing. There were ragged rows of fne fl- ament-like wire sticking out all around the little wheel, like a beater-brush on a vacuum cleaner that’s seen better days. Between those were rows of small bumps, or maybe beads. “Now,” the Whisperer said into Jessica’s ear, his naked body burning against her back and buttocks, “you will give your blonde friend a fucking she’ll never forget!”

Sarah caught her frst glimpse of the dildo when the Whisperer urged Jessica to kneel up and scoot into position. The helpless blonde’s eyes grew wide, and she began to struggle feebly. The madman reached around Jessica’s slim body and stilled the girl’s struggles by grabbing her tender labia and squeezing the wet, slippery pink fesh in his hand. She yelped, but stopped squirming. With his other hand he guided the tip of Jessica’s dildo toward the shadowed dimple of Sarah’s anus. His thick, hot penis nestled between Jessica’s own bottom-cheeks nudged her forward until the rounded rubber tip was pressed frmly against the helpless blonde’s sphincter.

Sarah’s frightened eyes stared up at Jessica, making her feel terrible about what she was about to do to her friend. But of course she knew she had no choice, for her master was making her do it. Yet she realized, even as she thought that, that there was a part of her that wanted to shove the fat rubber cock into her friend, and watch her face as she took it. She found those feelings disconcerting, but she was beyond trying to analyze them. Her emotions were beyond overload already. She silently mouthed the word “sorry!” as she pushed her hips forward, forcing the dildo up inside Sarah’s ass.

The dildo was immense, and Sarah whinnied wildly through her nose as her tight anus was stretched. Once the breach had been made, Jessica held still, waiting until Sarah’s ass had loosened enough for the worst of the pain to ease. Then she slowly began to force more of the thick shaft into the blonde’s anal passage. When she’d buried six inches of the thing in her friend’s body, she had to scoot forward before she could go any deeper. Sarah was gasping and whining through her nose almost continuously, her body tensed against the agonizing violation. She remained in place after the Whisperer released her labia, afraid to move now that her rectum was impaled.

Jessica continued to push until nine inches of the dildo were buried in Sarah’s ass. Then she stopped and waited, hoping her friend’s desperate stare would give way to something less painful to look at. Sarah whimpered as she panted through her nose, still frightened and breathless at being violated this way. Jessica knew well what it felt like to have a giant cock in her ass, and her heart went out to Sarah. She hoped that if she waited a few minutes Sarah might relax and get past the pain, for she knew that would make all the difference.

Meanwhile, the Whisperer took advantage of the pause to anoint his own hard tool with lubricant. Jessica shuddered when she felt the thick, well-oiled tip of his cock slip between her bottom-cheeks and seek out her own puckered back passage with unerring accuracy.

Yet, she didn’t attempt to pull away from him. Her own passion was a smoldering, barely-contained furnace-fre inside her, stoked to life frst by the ferce humiliation of her unexpected public whipping, and then further fed by her abject submission and agonizing torture. Her battered pussy was dripping like a faucet, her desire seething and desperate for release. She leaned forward, offering her bottom to his cock willingly, closing her eyes and bracing herself.

Grasping her hips in his hands, the Whisperer thrust his cock up into her ass, forcing his way through her tight anus and into the moist heat of her rectum in one long, smooth stroke. Jessica shrieked at the sudden pain, falling forward. She inadvertently buried another inch of her dildo inside Sarah’s ass, her face landing fortuitously right on her friend’s soft breasts. Sarah’s squeal echoed her own. The whisperer paused for only a moment, allowing Jessica to draw a breath and brace herself once more, and then he began to force his cock deeper into her. Jessica wailed into Sarah’s tit as he flled her bowels with his hot, thick penis. He didn’t stop until he was buried to the hilt. Jessica, helplessly impaled, could do nothing but groan and gasp for air, her weight resting on Sarah’s bound body. Only the Whisperer’s grip on her hips had kept her from driving the entire length of the dildo into Sarah.

He reached down and grabbed a handful of Jessica’s lush dark hair, and lifted her up by it, dragging her back until she knelt upright once more. “Feel my cock inside you,” he hissed in her ear. “Pay attention when it moves… and do the same to your slut friend! When I thrust, you thrust!” With that, he slowly withdrew a length of his cock from her ass. She moaned at the intense sensation, but after a moment she did as he had demanded, withdrawing most of the dildo’s length from Sarah’s bottom-hole. In doing so, she impaled herself on her master’s cock once more, driving it nearly halfway back into herself. She gasped and choked at the sensation. He had not released her hair, and as her knees tried to give way beneath her, she found herself being held up by his powerful grip.

With a growl, he thrust the remainder of his cock into her ass, his hips thumping against her soft, round bottom, the impetus driving two inches of the dildo back into Sarah. Jessica obediently followed through, pushing her hips forward and forcing the dildo deeper into the blonde’s rectum. The movement withdrew several inches of cock from her own ass, and in response the Whisperer withdrew further, urging her to withdraw the dildo and impale herself once again…

It was an awkward, diffcult rhythm, and Jessica could no more follow it than tap-dance with her pants on fre. Every time her master’s cock moved inside her tight rectum, her thoughts scattered, and she forgot whether she was supposed to thrust or withdraw. The fact that he still supported her by a handful of hair, keeping her leaning back against his hard chest, didn’t help her concentration, either. She squirmed back and forth between his thrusting penis and Sarah’s helpless ass, moving mostly at random. Her squeals and groans were echoed by Sarah’s, as the blonde took the wild, unpredictable sodomizing Jessica gave her.

Finally the Whisperer stopped the crazy anal congo line, suddenly jerking Jessica’s head farther back and jamming his giant cock all the way up her ass, holding it there and pinning her in place. He was so deep inside her, her knees were lifted from the bed, her weight hanging by his cock in her ass and his hand in her hair.

“Enough!” he rasped in her ear. She whimpered desperately, unable to catch her breath. “Now we’re going to raise the ante,” he whispered. With his other hand, he reached down to the little box mounted on the front of her strap-on, and ficked a switch. There was a rising buzz, and when she peered down between her breasts at it, she could see that the spool was spinning now, going so fast that the tiny wires were invisible, the spool no more than a blur. “Now,” he said, “let’s see if we can make the slut scream…”